Bear with me, please. Real life is intruding. Somehow my house has exploded or something, and there just seems to be STUFF everywhere I look. It seems like every available flat surface has too much stuff on it. There are boxes everywhere. There are two kids preparing to go back to school. There are looming appointments I knew nothing about and the possibility of sudden overnight travel.
Glad I had my little retreat, but I wonder if they’ll take me back? This is madness.
Please bear with me. I do want to write, I do have stuff to share…but there is no living with all of this. Eek.
Missed it by –><– that much.
Take care.
You have my complete understanding AND sympathy. Dealing with my own hospitalizations since April 1st, plus dealing with the onset of diabetes in Sam the Wonder Cat and my house looks like a cyclone hit it.
The up side of this whole thing is that my next hospitalization (the last of the set) is scheduled for 9/10 (the left carotid will get its scrubbing) and I have a handle on Sam’s health woes. Finally got over being frightened for his health and used my noodle to do some research on feline diabetes. Turns out Sam should be eating almost entirely protein, minimal carbs and no wheat gluten. It’s worth a try. He isn’t thriving on what he’s being fed now (prescription cat food).
After I recuperate from the final surgery (and doubtless wafting on the fumes of happiness that the agita is done) I’ll get the house in shape for the holidays. Whoopee! Anchoress is back, if somewhat flustered, and life is good in this world, despite our current administration.
I have to admit that if I were to go on retreat, I would probably come back and find the house cleaner…
My mother-in-law tells it in a funny way: “So I used to think it was the kids, but then they moved out. Then it had to be hubby’s fault. Now that I’m a widow, I have finally had to face the fact that it’s me!
(This is the mother-in-law whose house is far cleaner than mine has ever been. *sigh*)
No “retreat” is ever long enough, life has this way of saying “look what you have missed”. Of course as an infrequent commenter, I missed your posts (and I can understand the going to college angst as B-fly is driving mom and I crazy as she gets ready to go to school).
Tongue in cheek – wadya expect in a Catholic house, they all multiply when you’re away.