And the Grass is Still Green
There is no ideal jumping-back-in point in this story; in fact, there isn't much of a story. The usual segments of my daily life have continued to eat up the minutes quite uneventfully, if rapaciously, and I am furrowing my well-lined brow in concentration as I try to come up with highlights. Or even lowlights.
There have been a few Big Events for us--major projects completed at work (yes, I know, yawn, yawn, who the hell would care but us?), a new house (again, interesting if it's yours, and not so interesting if it's someone else's), and a phoenix-like recovery for my almost-dead father (perhaps interesting if you have a loved one of advancing years and would like to know how to badger, threaten and intimidate doctors and administrators at The Worst HMO Hospital in Los Angeles for five months until they Do Something Useful). There are the usual milestones and sweet moments from Olivia's last half year, along with a frightening preview of the Terrible Twos. And, of course, there is The Least Interesting Pregnancy in the History of World Pregnancy, 40,000 BC-Present.
The product of this Least Interesting Pregnancy is due on the 19th, but my Nurse Practitioner (aside: this is such a boring pregnancy that I don't even see the doctor--just the NP) has predicted an early arrival. As in, any time now.
I'm not sure if this will be the first of many or the first of, say, two posts. Guess it depends on whether anyone is still out there reading, how much time I can wrangle and how coherently I can write in the forthcoming blur of sleep deprivation. I can guarantee at least one post upon arrival, if nothing more ambitious.
I have missed this place. I've missed you. Feels good to be back, even if it's a short stay.