I met up with my parents this afternoon, halfway between Seattle and Bellingham. Edie is staying with them until Thursday while I hop on a plane to the East coast for a work trip. I helped her into their car and then turned around and drove home by myself. As always, I have mixed feelings about leaving Edie behind, but this is an annual trip that I usually really enjoy, and Edie was super excited for her visit with my parents (and her cousin Caroline who is also staying with them this week), so I'm trying to let go. My parents managed to make it seem like I was doing them a favor to let them have Edie for 4 nights, so I couldn't be luckier on that front. Thanks Mom and Dad!
I apologize for the lack of quality posts of late. The truth behind my blog-slacking is that:
1. I fell down a Gilmore Girls rabbit hole. I never followed that show when it was current, but stumbled upon it a month or two ago and promptly began an epic marathon of 7 seasons, wrapping up tonight with the show finale. I'm not exactly sure what I'll do now without all that quirky banter in my life.
2. I've also been struck lately with a recurring desire that plagues me on occasion: to write a book. This happens about once a year and instead of inspiring me, it cripples me. I get all these flashes of ideas at the wrong time, like when driving on the freeway when I can't write anything down and then feel pissed when I can't remember the brilliant phrase or story line that ran through my head in the car. The obvious solution to this problem is to do absolutely nothing, right? Sorry, that was sarcasm. Because nothing is exactly what I've been doing and I'm pretty unimpressed with my response.
UGH! It is now almost 11pm and my alarm is slated to go off at an ungodly hour tomorrow… signing off until my return later this week. Happy almost-Christmas!