There will be regular as sane as they get around here, posts next week, and a couple of guest posts, but this weekend I’m drowning. I was already running way behind on both work and house stuff, and then I lost a week to stupid doctor’s tricks.
I can’t write posts when my head is full of to-do lists.
There are stories I want to write for you guys, and will. But not today.
And all through this, I keep thinking of the way adults managed things when I was little and thinking “I expected to be more grown up by now.”
From what I have managed to ascertain all of us freeze, internally, at some age between 8 and twelve. I don’t mean we stop growing, but in our hearts that’s the age we still think we are.
And when I think of that, the world is much better than we have any right to expect, when it’s run by a bunch of kids pretending to be adults.
And now I go pretend to be adult some more, because I have promises to keep. And miles to go before I sleep.