Well, hello there, public blog.
Every other day I think of some way to end the post stagnation, but I just don't quite get to posting. And life gets in the way. Like the move to the new office building. The blood, the sweat, the lawyer tears, my sanity packing its bags and hopping the border back to Rosarito without me ...
So that's been going on, plus a funeral for one of my sister's co-workers, who was also a sweet, wonderful friend.
And writing offline. Finally getting some writing done offline. Ink and lovely paper. And another online course ... how did fall come crashing down so fast? August went by faster than usual, even with the staggering humidity.
Ah -- my birthday is this week, the 17th -- my legal overlords were kind enough to give me the day off. Hoping DH can get some time off, too.
And tomorrow it's back to the old grind in the new office's retro-modern vibe. And all I can safely say here about what's new at work besides the location, other than the usual never-ending cycle of deposition digests, interrogs, pleadings in need of drafting, clients in need of hand-holding, is:
THE RUSSIANS ARE COMING!!! THE RUSSIANS ARE COMING!!! LOCK YOUR DAUGHTERS! BURY THE STOLICHNAYA IN THE BACKYARD!!! THEM THAR RUSSKIES ARE COMING AND THEY'RE GONNA GIT YER BEST NIGHT CLUBS AND TOURIST SHOPS AND-AND-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!
...whew. And that's all that duty of confidentiality will allow.
Yes, I'm beat, calling the Diehard before I go to sleep, and promising myself again to visit my long-neglected luscious blog faves Google Reader line-up soon. Missed you all so very much, good night.