So I was going to tell you how today Jordan is 14 months old. Hooray!
And how much I love Minneapolis, and how if I weren't such a weather wimp I could totally live there, because wow, it's beautiful and walkable and amazing and people are so friendly and also they have really good hamburgers and sticky buns.
And how I read Neil Gaiman's Graveyard Book, and how it is just such an wonderful, well written, charming tale.
And how as of last week I've been blogging for four years. Four! That's longer than I've held all but my current job.
But then I was like, what the fuck am I doing?
Does the world need one more I like to write and maybe I can be good enough to write a book that people want to read and I'm a mama and I'm so proud of my boy and I love my husband even though I put an imaginary heart attack on him and sometimes I fall down and draw pictures of it blog? Am I just barraging cyberspace with dull drivel? What is my point and does it even matter?
I mean really.
Is where I am.