Did I start this post two weeks ago? Yes. Am I finishing it up today like I didn’t hit a 14 day blip? Also yes…

I was 1000% convinced I hadn’t posted to the blog since 2023. I’m not sure if that’s a product of my crappy memory or a result of my personal months-long typhoon. Either way finding out I’ve only dropped off the planet since June was a pleasant surprise.

We’re all adults out here living adult-y lives so it will shock precisely nobody to learn that I disappeared among a puff of normal life events.

The last grownish human graduating high school.

A flurry of summer events, jobs, and travel.

Family vacation that all four of us actually got to enjoy together — whoop whoop!

Moving our first adult kid out of his furnished apartment then pivoting to furnish his next place.

Shopping, returns, packing, returns, move in, plus (you guessed it) returns for our college freshman.

Car appointments, dental appointments, all the everloving appointments on the freaking book. Which reminds me I forgot to make my mammogram appointment so I guess I’m calling them tomorrow.

Anyway, life is the culprit. Freaking life knocked me all the way off kilter. Like an express train that missed the junction, hurtled a mile off track and skidded to a halt on its side lodged between a sand dune and a dynamite factory. An oddly graphic visual that somehow sums up how disjointed things feel right now.

Apologies to any train/engineer aficionados who are horrified by my imagery.