Probate's...well, probate. Sorry. I know it sucks.
I'm okay. A bit melancholy this week but I'll get through it. The good news is that my peas, bok choy, spinach, and chard are up in the garden and I have all stages of tulips poking up...and the apricot trees are going to bloom, despite the deer.
I wish I could write. It's been a very, very long time. My heart is full, but words seem to have deserted me. I feel like a can of coke that's been shaken but nobody is stupid or brave enough to pull the tab...certainly not my muse.
Can you have an absentee muse, sort of like an absentee landlord? You never know when it will drop in or if it will give notice but you know that if it had completely gotten rid of you there would have been a notice from the bank saying who had taken its place...
Don't mind me. I'm removing the popcorn texture from the upstairs ceilings this weekend. Physical labor is a good thing and it's a good transformation for the ceilings. They are in better shape than I thought. Still, I am going to have to learn the fine art of plasterer.