I keep trying to post this, but then I wander off, the computer reboots, the post gets erased, and nothing gets posted. *sigh* I suppose that is the universe’s way of telling me to leave certain things unsaid. (Or something.)
So here are the important parts: The kids are alive, well, and hysterically funny. Nick is, too, but maybe not as funny as the kids. He’s taken up bike riding, long distance. We are all happy and well. I’ve quit my mom’s group after 7.5 years of membership and discovered who my friends really are, which in some ways is interesting & amazing and other ways predictable (but lovely nonetheless). Both Nick’s dad and my dad have been in the ER in the last month, nothing really awful, but signs are pointing both of them in the direction of “slow down,” which neither of them intend to do. I’m on yet another medicine for my RA/fibromyalgia, big kids are in school & thriving & the smallest kid starts school next week, and I’m going back to writing in my now-more-copious amounts of spare time. That, really, is all.