Honestly, I have no idea.
But I know that when I don't write, when I keep the words bottled up, my stomach problems get worse. I've been bottling up a lot of words. Granted, what I write here isn't all that much, but I need to get myself back in the habit.
So, here I am.
At least I can report that I've been enjoying French toast casserole all summer. It's lovely.
I haven't been knitting (although some of this is due to Rex still being a bit of a wool moth, and part cat), I haven't been writing. Working and watching old Law & Order reruns. I gave up on CSI, they got weird there at the end.
Although I have been working on some things at knit night, so at least there's that. In between trying to hold myself together with both hands and having what felt like a nervous breakdown, that is. And I've got some new projects I'd like to work on, but first I have to find time to do it.
Hopefully, starting up the blog again will hold me accountable, and I'll be able to have some kind of routine to make me feel...comfortable again.