I keep meaning to write on various topics like: my upcoming birthday, with the typical reflection on the past year, as well as life in general, that birthdays--especially those after 30--seem to require; the life that is and the life that was and the life that could be, of actual versus perceived opportunities lost and found; my renewed zeal for hunting down books for my collections and therefore my suddenly active credit card, which had lain dormant for several months; yet more mental hand wringing over my fitness or lack thereof, with the ever present weight issue; Houdini's newest tricks, as well as a sort of review on his first three months (which is quickly approaching four); the space between Lemel and I, literally and figuratively, that is no longer filled up by an expecting belly and that is becoming a space we're becoming comfortable in having between us; family love, and just how does the circle of life really play out.
I even have most of the writing on each and every one of these already typed out in clever little sentences and well placed witticisms in my head. It's just the lack of time that prevents me from turning out these fascinating entries. Which, by the way, is another topic I'm thinking about.
