Alright, well, I gave
30 Days Hath November my very best shot. I promise. I had some vague idea about sitting down yesterday and writing twelve blog posts before midnight in order to finish it under the letter of the law, if not the spirit. Obviously that didn't happen, because instead I spent most of yesterday dripping tears like a leaky faucet, taking a bath, rallying to run some errands and eat nachos with the boy before then collapsing into bed and falling asleep.
Sometimes Yale is lonely. Sometimes I feel like even three months in, I'm still the odd kid out at the playground, watching everyone else have a good time and never being asked to join in. I'm working on it, this making friends thing. It's hard, still.
But I put up Christmas lights, and made chili and bread today, and all of that helps marginally, so that's something.
Stay warm, everyone.
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