It's mid-August and the last time I blogged was early July. Stop time.
People I didn't even know read my blog are wondering why I'm not posting. No time.
If it wasn't working overtime every week, walking the dogs, picking fruit, canning, freezing, watching the garden take over each 4 square foot box, going to weddings, cooking dinner, reading, watching the Olympics, fretting, playing soccer, going to trivia, doing laundry, cleaning the house, visiting relatives, attending parties, washing dishes, listening to music while drinking wine and dancing around the living room, wishing on falling stars, or lamenting life's decisions, I'd be blogging every day.
I feel more connected, less connected than ever before. My life has become a rhythm and I feel myself bouncing along to the beat.
Maybe I'd even write a novel.
