Hey hon. I mean to write you a post, but I can't seem to manage. Certainly not a good post. It has been a great week and I'm all happy now that we have a new president-elect and I'm back in my house. But I'm back in my house and the roofers are putting on a new roof and I'm going down to LA this evening and for several days, I've had no concentration for anything other than lists and logistics and figuring out what I need to do in the next few hours. I don't know if you can tell, but I actually do compose my posts. I'll think about a topic for a short while or sometimes I'll realize that a line of thought I've been chewing over for weeks is appropriate or I'll save up a couple funny turns of phrase. But I have no interesting thoughts right now, just swirly busy-ness and happiness. This means no composed posts. So you get a dashed-off "All is well!" and wishes for a good weekend.
(The other factor is that I decided that I wouldn't get internets at home until I've unpacked my house. I expect that to be a month or more. Maybe I'll unpack or maybe I'll sleep or maybe I'll read books. But I won't be able to write to you in the evenings.)