i am still here. and perhaps my rings on the counter are the best reminder of all.
so much has happened that i suppose this is as good a place to start as any.
sometimes i wonder why i don't abandon this space altogether. but i don't. it's a placeholder, maybe? and i have long since given up feeling apologetic about it, so there's that.
wishing the world was different doesn't make it that way. so we get up in the dark, and cook oatmeal and search for socks and missing dice and drive to school in the rain and fold the laundry and chop the garlic and listen. there ought to be more listening, i think.
and probably writing.
let's do this again.