I would write a lot more here if I could get SiteMeter to work longer than three consecutive minutes. I've just spent more time (about 15 minutes) on this blog than I have in the past two years, trying to work out a couple bugs and I'm already sick of it. This is what happens between 2007 and 2016, I guess. I've been through several moves, a major job change, a divorce, a heartbreak (not the divorce), ALL the bad pedicure colors. Perhaps the most frustrating sitch I've encountered is my own apathy toward keeping up with new technology, or even keeping a handle on what I used to use regularly. I've been living without narration since 2013. Somewhere along the line, SiteMeter and I grew apart and I'm wondering if it's worth it to try to revive the (always) fragile relationship.
Over the past couple years, I've written a few short stories and done a lot of editing to previous fiction pieces, but I've had no urge whatsoever to hunker down with my laptop and talk about anything going on in my day-to-day. I'm really not sure if that's a from a lack of introspection or a very healthy refusal to swim in it, but I'm leaning toward the latter. In a nutshell:
Brett and I aren't married yet. We are increasinly happy, we talk about our future wedding and kids daily, and I get excited every time he kneels down for whatever reason, but we are not married.
I no longer work for the bank.
Now I work at a water company, which offers less stress and way more hilarity than the bank ever did.
I broke my foot this past June. It suuuuucked, required two surgeries, and took me about four months before I could hobble around with a boot.
I still have my cat. She's a good cat.
I'm already bored with this. I'ma bounce. Be back when I think of...something.