Life has gotten a little vicariously soap-operatic lately. Not to be annoyingly cryptic, but my best stories right now aren't entirely mine so I'm having a bit of blog-block as I try to figure out how to tell them without, well, screwing a friend in case someone accidentally stumbles on this blog.
Everything in my life is completely lovely, in case anyone was worried, including the weather (the snow is TOTALLY GONE!) and I'm looking forward to spending Memorial Day weekend in Denver celebrating a wedding with friends. There's no progress on the job front, recent cryptic events have made me even more thrilled to be embracing spinsterhood (Zach and I keep describing our lovely days to each other (walks in the woods! a new recipe! entire books read while sitting in the sunshine! and ending with "and I didn't get divorced OR have an affair today!"), and the cats are driving me insane with their spring energy. Tulips are blooming, the aspens are leafing, fields are this amazing neon green following yesterday's rain . . . and I have new anecdotes to share as soon as I feel the urge to write again. The only truly unpleasant thing that's happened recently was discovering three rotting cow carcases on yesterday's walk. And you didn't really need/want to know that did you?
I'll try to get back to posting on a semi-regular basis next week. I miss it. Even when I don't know what the hell to say because it seems like nothing changes. (Which at this point is NOT a complaint. When life is this good, a lack of variety in my life is boring only to the poor people who have to hear me say "Yeah, no, nothing new! Sorry!")
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