I thought, "I will let the kids sleep in. I haven't checked them in late all year, and they need post-Halloween rest." I closed my eyes again. I had a dream so absorbing yet so boring that I actually thought, while asleep, "Well this isn't really going anywhere."
When I opened my eyes again it was 9:00. I had been aware, dimly, that the kids were up. I stepped out onto the landing and croaked, "Kids! Let's get this party started!"
From somewhere in the house, Hank piped, "Okay! I am wearing pants!"
"That's a good start, buddy!" I called. We can work with that. It's all about a good start.
Thirty minutes later, we were all underway, so civilized, in full daylight. Leisurely.
Then the whole day followed and it was nice too.
But enough about me. We are all fine here. How are you? I didn't exactly mean to not blog for six months. I got busy with non-computerized things. All good things. And for a while, maybe back in the late summer, when asked about my silence, I would say, "Well, I don't feel like I really have a narrative anymore." Or some lit grad horseshit like that.
Then, in the last few weeks, I've grown to feel that I don't even care about a narrative. I don't care, I just want the words. I miss talking to you guys and I miss the putting-together of words. And now November rolls around, and for the last several (three?) Novembers I have blogged daily.
So let's get this party started.