It's been a while again.
Sorry 'bout that.
Don't worry, I haven't been angry, or depressed, or stressed out. Quite the contrary, really. I seem to have stumbled upon a period
of the most profound contentment with my life actually. A contentment so deep that it may not be possible to put into words. You'll just have to take it on faith.
Noting's really changed. I still do the dishes almost every day (sometimes other people do them), my house is still the bastion of clutter that it always has been,
there are still more items on my "Must Do Now" list than can be done in a year of hard work, I still babysit Katie-pie from time to time,
and I'm in the midst of one of the largest, most complex, cross-stitch projects that I've ever done
and wondering if I'll ever manage to finish it.
But it's o.k. There are a combined three thousand pounds of sweet and Irish potatoes in the root cellar (they've moved out of the living room at long last), the sun is shining (well, not every day, but that's alright too), and my eldest son is grinding wheat for our daily bread.
Life is good.