I’d rather not have to swear, but in this case it seems necessary. This has been a shitty week. I don’t feel ready to plumb all the details, but here is the short version: I currently have 40 stitches, two black eyes, and two sick children. This qualifies as something another rung up the negative ladder than shitty, but I just can’t think of a good enough word right now.
I’ve missed updating this blog, and missed our conversations. But sometimes life just gets in the way, I suppose.
This has turned out to be a difficult time for a lot of the people I know, so I hope that you are having a much better week than we are. I wish you a happy weekend! And if you could send me any good vibes, I’d greatly appreciate it.
In the meantime, here is something much happier. I have started a second blog (that I will update along with this one) that is dedicated to my more humorous writing about life. It is called Beacon and Joy (named after an intersection I lived at for many years in Boston), and this essay about my grandmother (and my hair) brings a smile to my (swollen) face.