you were a miracle I was just holding your space

I bet you'd thought I'd given this old thing up, huh? No, no. I've been moving and so it has felt like every free moment at night is taken up with unpacking or reorganizing something, and anything else is indulgence. In fact, it still does feel that way, even now, but I was engaging in a little recreational mopping tonight. I've mopped myself in and now I'm waiting for my floor to dry, so...

Once it's fully installed, I'll post some pictures of my little white hilltop house. For now, I feel a little soft tonight--not melancholy, a word I always misspell, but maybe thoughtful and somewhat...dreamy. My stomach hurts a little. Tomorrow will be a busy day.

I really do love mopping, especially with my fancy wood polishy liquid. It makes my whole house smell like almonds (mistyped: almost) and the wood nearly glows. The movement of it is oddly soothing, especially if you're feeling dumb and your stomach hurts a little.

Here's a little picture of my family from this past weekend. I'll post more this week to get back to a regular blogging schedule, because I can't let this slip up. This record is important to me. Elsewise, how would I ever remember that on the cold evening of Sunday, October 5th, 2014, I was feeling a little dopey?