Okay, first. I have this fabulous friend who always assumes you know the same people she knows. So when you're having a conversation you often have no idea who she's talking about. And I've been guilty of the same thing. The Becky I referred to yesterday is Becky Thomas, my friend who passed away nearly ten years ago. We grew up together and stayed connected--even more profoundly connected--as adults. I still think about her every day.
Okay, second. I think I need the holidays to be over. It feels like a non-stop party from Halloween until the end of the year, and while I always love a good party, I am feeling the need for plain wholesome food, brisk walks, tall drinks of water, lots of sleep, and a regular writing routine.
I feel a little guilty even saying I've had it--like I'm on the verge of breaking up with a perfectly good and also dazzling boyfriend named "Christmas 2013," simply because he's too dazzling and he's wearing me out. But there it is.
Time for a change.