I have been so busy for the past, oh, YEAR, that I've had little time to think or write or keep up with friends.
I feel very guilty.
Yes, there have been meaningful Facebook and Twitter exchanges (yeah, right) and some incredibly deep online chats (uh huh) and even a few nights where I actually had face to face conversations and glasses of wine. But nothing like what I SHOULD be doing.
I have excuses, really.
A new relationship, a demanding work schedule, a new residence, dogs (who knew they took more time than cats?), a garden that I'm completely ignoring, addictions to strong coffee and dry white wine.
And, to top it all off, I think I'm turning into an introvert! I find that I am needing good long stretches of alone time in order to reset my equilibrium. Alone. No one else in the house. Nothing to DO (that I don't want to do). And those times are hard to find. The boy-child is home from college. My partner doesn't have a full-time job. We let the house-cleaner go to save money.
That means that there's always a floor to sweep, a weed to pull, someone who wants to talk, a dog who puts a toy in my lap.
Hello tiny pink elephant squeeky toy. Yes, puppy, I will play with you now.