Life Again

I have time for my life again; it has such richness, such texture, and it is so full. I want to cry sometimes, I'm happy sometimes, and I'm always busy.

I seem to be defaulting to never-at-home mode, which I need to keep an eye on. This weekend I've spent a total of ten minutes in my house since Friday morning.

I miss Angus, of course. He's up at Shambhala.

I have had a couple of parties partly thrown for me (part of having a birthday when everyone else does)-- the one last night was very nice, the one tonight is very soon and should be chill and lovely.

My friends are wonderful.

I would very much like it to be Wednesday, though.