Another week passes, and again I intended to post with fewer than six days passing me like a speeding car on the interstate. Such is the broken record that has been my life for the past two months.

Though tired, and a tiny bit discouraged, there are many things which I am not. Regretful. Disgusted. Lazy. And most importantly, unmindful of the rest of you.I am probably completing the lion’s share of many of the tasks here. I continue because, as one woman expressed to me, I am uptight. While not an inaccurate description, it isn’t all inclusive. I need a semblance of order before I can afford myself the luxury of loafing.

It’s difficult for me to surf blogs when I know I have responsibilities as a home owner, a pet companion, and a life partner. Art always suffers. Reading suffers, and hiking suffers. There you have it. I’m too fucking responsible. But because of that I make a reliable friend, any takers?

I suspect you guys are growing bored by the I’m moving or packing, or painting diatribe. I identify. I am totally bored by it too. Unfortunately there is little else happening at the moment.

There is progress. There is wine. And then there is losing ground. But that is evident in all aspects of life, isn’t it?

Part of my absence can be attributed to my desire to avoid documenting my whining. I know, it’s my blog and I can say whatever I want, yadda, yadda, yadda.

I’m tired in way that makes me withdrawn. I’m tired in a way that makes a thoughtless daughter where Mother’s Day is concerned. I’m tired in a way that makes me cat nap instead of telling my cat sitter how much I lover her and how I much I appreciate her opening up her guest room to us after we loaded our mattress onto the truck. I’m too tired to tell my partner, I think he is lazy about packing/unpacking boxes, not intelligent in shirking the task.

I’m not depressed, dejected or angry. I am hormonal and tired, did I mention tired? I have accomplished what I wanted and I understand life isn’t a cake walk. I have many things to be thankful for, and I am thankful for them, thankful for you. With good things come less desirable consequences. I can deal. I just feel like a shitty friend when I’m not keeping up with the rest of you.

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Crashing on the deck for a 15 minute cat nap. Photo, courtesy of Mister Hombre.