I am sitting on the floor of a friend’s daughter’s room with my laptop, writing. It’s almost like I’m hiding—stashed in the corner surrounded by American Girl dolls and stuffed animals—but really I’m just passing the time while my daughter has her French lesson downstairs. It’s quiet here, which is nice, but I feel a bit like I’m trespassing (is there a sign on the door? I think I saw a sign.) but sometimes this happens. Stolen moments. Hidden thoughts. Sometimes, even, a blog post! Imagine that.
I haven’t blogged in a while. Someone mentioned the other day that the spiders were getting old. I don’t actually know what happens to spiders in winter, but mostly they’re gone now. The trees are mostly bare. The grass looks rumpled and old and is balding in spots.
I’m still here though. Still writing. Still thinking.
Stay tuned. I’ll be back.