Good morning. I am in the grips of post-holiday inertia.
There were gifts. There was food. There were parties. There was a gig. Many pictures were taken. They are sitting in a folder on our computer, and I cast morose looks at them when I pass by. There they are, the little buggers. Wanting my attention. Wanting some Photoshop. Why can’t they grow up, become independent, and Photoshop themselves?!?!? Is that too much to ask???
So needy, I’m telling you.
And now . . . it’s January. I don’t seem to have anything to say.
Hello in there? Hello? *knocking on skull*
Hmmmm, I’m hearing a strange echoing sound. It looks like I may have forgotten my brain somewhere.
It’s probably sitting in some fridge somewhere in Indiana next to a half-eaten plate of ham. If you come across it, please send it to me by UPS–though send it to my work address since boxes tend to get stolen from our apartment.
At some point I will have to assemble some kind of thoughts into some kind of something.
A batch of cookies might help get things rolling.