Home Again Home Again

A hearty good morning to you all. Here we are back in Bing, piled high with the chaos of suddenly being back with all our toys after such a long absence, being picked at by a mother (me) who wants everybody to clean up but also wants everybody to leave her alone so she can just. finish. writing. Which I did, yesterday. And then fell asleep and slept the sleep of the relieved, and then got up and wandered around for two hours or something before going back to sleep again. Gathering all those words into one place was an exhausting if thrilling experience. Given the choice between doing that (writing a book) and going on a roller coaster, I would pick the book thing every day. Some of my children were horrified to learn this, when they asked me, and I said I never wanted to go on a roller coaster ever ever ever, but I would like to sit around typing. Adults are so stupid, apparently.

Which may actually be true because today, I swear, I'm totally going to face the chaos and the stuff. And that should count as futile and foolish because as soon as I do it, it will be wrecked again. And I'm going to go through and look at the reams of holiday pictures we took. And the pictures of Elphine turning thirteen. Can't believe she's thirteen. I mean, I can sort of believe it because she looks like it, and she has a crazy happy gleam in her eye, but it did of creep up on me.

The main thing, though, is that I missed blogging, and you all, very very much, and hope to not ever stop again, not even for the apocalypse, which, from reading the news, I'm sure must be fast approaching. Not blogging caused me to feel like a fleeting bubble, floating around the Internet, unachored to any sanity. Many days I couldn't look at it at all, and me one who loves it so much. It was an unhinging sensation.

So delighted to be back! A good and happy day to you all!