We don't have Internet (or TV) at home right now. I steal a few minutes from work, here and there, to say hello to this or that Internet friend and I try to get to a few of your posts on my lunch hour. We are supposed to get everything hooked up tomorrow but, well, our window is still broken so promises are kind of like unicorns these days—nice in theory, but I don't believe in them for a split second unless I'm looking at some solid, unquestionable, signed proof.
I had these grand plans to write posts on the following topics recently:
- My love list
- Age time-lines (inspired by Holly at Nothing But Bonfires)
- Recently found and adorable pictures of my sister and I as kids
- A numbered list of things to do before I go (inspired by Maggie at Mighty Girl)
- A deep, poignant post about wanting (and still not having) a baby and how, at the end of the day, it really is OK
- A post pleading with anyone with a lick of interior design ability to help me decorate my office and spare bathroom
- My scary and cringe-worthy memories as an 18-year-old (inspired by Moose)
Instead all I can manage is a quick hello post before I have to get back to media campaigns and pitches, all the while still exhausted from the marathon moving weekend.
I also find myself wondering what the hell happened on One Tree Hill last night and is Sam really dead on General Hospital?
Thankfully (hopefully!) things should be back to normal soon.
Until then, thanks for bearing with me and for all the warm and fuzzy new-home wishes. I really do miss you when I can't check in regularly. That sounds bizarre (even to me, as I re-read it), but you're important to me. As is One Tree Hill, so tomorrow couldn't come fast enough.