But not too busy to have long, post-worthy conversations with myself. And definitely not too busy to miss it.
It's a rhythm, blogging. And sometimes I lose the thread of it.
Our Christmas tree is up, although it's unadorned and unlit - the two young cats have decided it's a giant toy that their humans put up, and have been popping in and out of the branches. Honestly, I may just leave it nekkid for awhile - watching Inky and Boo is more fun than worrying about ornaments plummeting to the ground.
Of course it will be a plastic/unbreakable Christmas ornament tree this year. I'll miss some of my favorites but not having to moosh (is so a word) all of them onto the tree will be okay.
I'm back where I was last year - staring down the barrel at Christmas as it roars toward me - and seriously I think I could give it a miss and I wouldn't mind. Not that I'm grinchy - peace on earth, good will to men, all that jazz - but I'm just so tired.
And, oddly, wishing for snow. (See, told you I wasn't right.)
I'll be back tomorrow. Because I miss y'all. And I miss blogging.