Tongue Tied

So, what's been going on around here in my writing absence? 1. It has gotten colder, which for me, is good news. I tend to be better at housekeeping in the colder months. Well, technically, I'm the best in fall and spring, when it's cool enough to be busy and sunny enough to motivate me. When it gets super cold, I tend to want to hibernate under a blanket, but I'm at least better than I am in the summer, when heat sucks the life out of me. I hate being hot. 2. In sad news, we had to say goodbye to our dog, George, a few weeks ago. His health had been declining with age, but then suddenly over the course of a month or so, he got really bad, really fast. We knew it was time, and even though we'd been preparing ourselves for awhile, it was so hard to actually go through with it. Our regular vet was forced into sudden retirement because of his health, so we had to go to strangers. That made things a lot harder. We have never treated George like our baby, but over th

I don't usually write much anymore unless I have something specific to say--something I'm going through or irritated with or learning. It's not like my life is absent of those things right now, quite the opposite in fact. This year has been full of things that fall into those categories--so full it's just overflowing. Maybe that's the problem. There's too much to write about, so it becomes overwhelming and I decide to process it some other way, usually by music or photography. Some people process and thrive through doing and being busy. To be honest, I'm a little jealous of them. I mean, how nice would it be if your stress meant you had a spotless house? I'm kind of the opposite. When things get heavy, I slow down or stop completely. I ponder. I withdraw. I don't exactly wallow because I'm not depressed or hopeless. I just literally have to think quietly about stuff to make the trials useful. And let's face it, there's not a lot of time