so…I am sort of rolling with the punches here, although they are not so much punches but a gentle pushing in directions and most of it seems to be centering on where I am going to live. I have an opportunity that the more I think about it, the more appealing it is becoming to gain a little bit larger space than I originally imagined and in doing so, be able to unravel a few of my larger projects and just…dive…into it all.

It makes me feel a little heady…dizzy…or maybe that is the unbelievable slow and painful combo jet lag/altitude sickness I am suffering from .

But we will see, I will go look at it by the end of the week. And I landed home and have been promptly swamped by the end of the month of my bread and butter and they have just extended all their deadlines so it places me in this odd position. I sit and work. Constantly. Roaming around with my little computer and doing my thing and letting things develop rather than my normal habit of launching myself in new places.

And I might actually be sticking my head out the door and featuring here. I am not sure…I have a certain someone who seems to connect me with these things and it is kindof nice. It is definitely nice to have opportunities handed to you.

But swear to god I feel like I am on Mars, my head is so whacked from dropping down to 500 feet above sea level and it being humid.

The mad kitten has discovered the closet full of shoes where I am staying and has become a Buddhist.

I was missing her (since we are usually joined at the hip) and she made an appearance and loved on me, treated me like a piece of furniture and went back to her valley of soles and that was good enough for me.

I am actually contemplating leaving my little retreat tomorrow and venturing out into the city. Going to the gym or something, but it is funny how content I am to just be here.

It feels so right.

So write.

The car calls, baby needs her breathing tubes attached now that we are back down to earth. Unfortunately, the driveway is kindof long and I am pulled all the way in and wonder if half of my contentedness is coming from avoidance of pushing her all the damn way out of the driveway and half is coming from being home.

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