Don't call it a comeback.

Is it fucking possible that I haven't posted here since April?

I'm serious. I mean, obviously it's possible. In fact, it's a fact. But I don't understand how it happened. Where the hell did FOUR MONTHS go?

I guess there's no point in worrying about it. I mean, there were reasons: Dad had some health issues that got very in the way, and while those are (thank god) now much, much improved, there was an extended period of pure hectic mess. It resolved just in time for work to go batshit crazy, and that only wrapped up about a week ago. In the meantime, I have also had protracted negotiations with The Chef (ended stuff with me to go back to her ex, then a couple of months later ended it with the ex and tried to come back to me... we're now awesome friends, but it was touch-and-go for a while) and The Lawyer (I have no fucking idea, except that she broke up with her gf about a month ago and also we're going to Spain together in a few weeks), because why the hell not, right? There has also been some belly dancing, and Boston eventually decided to let us have some decent fucking weather that approximated an actual summer, after the longest, coldest, snowiest winter and longest, coldest, wettest spring in living memory. Oh, and my Flattie Karen's dog is possibly the worst. Like, really the worst. Of anything, ever. So, you know, there's been a thing or two.

But the worst of it seems to be behind me now [screams and flails wildly, trying to find wood to knock on]. I just spent a couple of lovely days on Cape Cod (Boston:Melbourne :: Cape Cod:Mornington Peninsula), and feel relaxed for the first time in... oh, christ knows. I've got a couple of quieter weeks at work before things get hectic again, so that's a nice opportunity to prepare and get on top of it all. And I have some awesome things to look forward to in the next six weeks: Paul (a.k.a. 'Boyfriend Paul') is coming for a visit next week, which looks like it will include my first-ever Sox-Yankees game; I'll be in Spain 14-21 September, which eagle-eyed readers will note includes my birthday (17 September, this year on a Saturday, this year in Barcelona, this year a fucking good one come hell or high water); and Rob and Irena are visiting right after I get back!

I'm excited, y'all. And I've missed you.


XOXO