Quietness

Another quiet week around here as summer blows in hot & dry.  I've been slowly working on a few projects-crafty things like birthday banners {there's a summer boy in the house} and experimenting with paints.  I've also been reflecting on my lack of ambition and figuring out what, exactly, I want to do with this life; more on that in the coming weeks.

There have been unexplained sleepless nights, afternoon naps, and grouchiness.  Vampires have made an appearance or two.  Of course, there's always work.

I spent an entire afternoon trying to think of something to say about myself.  One would think it should be easy, that I should be an expert in the subject, and that stringing together a few sentences to sum up my existence wouldn't be so difficult.  After six hours of staring at a monitor and blemish-fixing this is what I came up with.

Happy mid-week, friends.

ps.

As I shared in my Twitter feed, I'm saddened by the death of Nora Ephron and this post in The New York Times was touching especially the last remembrance {from her book I Remember Nothing}  On her list of things she will miss, the expected-"my kids," and "Nick."  And, it ends, so eloquently, with:

"Taking a bath

Coming over the bridge to Manhattan

Pie."