Finding it hard

to post (what's new!).

What a busy three days it's been. But good busy.
I was thinking last night, when I finally went to bed,
about the fact that my daughter got here about 4 Christmas
Eve and how by bedtime last night she had only been
here for a little more than 24 hours, and I was thinking
how much we crammed into those hours.

We played a game last night that I really enjoyed.
I probably enjoyed it more because I won both
rounds! I do like to win, I admit that. One of my flaws,
I guess. It's called Apples to Apples. It was fun!

I got some great gifts from hubby, sons, and daughter.
Some Annie Dillard I have not read, the newest Dylan
box set, some gift cards, the newest Lucinda Williams.

The conversation, at one point, revolved around where
we would travel if money was no issue and we had the time.
We had to say the place we would most like to go.

I said first on my list is here.

I am sneezing my head off. It was 64 degrees here today.
Tomorrow may be in the 70s with high winds. I so hope
no tornadoes are in the picture.

I want to read Hemingway's A Clean Well-Lighted Place.
Has anyone read it?
My friend was telling me I needed to read it.
Hemingway says something like
My Nada who aren't in Nada, Nada be thy name, etc.

I am way beyond tired. I think. I say that so much.
Oh to live the clean life. No alcohol, limited salt, much
exercise. The wholesome, healthy life. The wine
occasionally with the meal, the fruits in abundance,
the veggies at hand.

But me, I just like to go away too often.

Go away way way down yonder into the belly
of the beast. Swallowed up whole. Waking
up inside the Leviathan not knowing how
you got there and not giving a shit as long as
you get puked back up into where you were before,
the Leviathan not having enough intestinal fortitude
to keep you inside.

And then starting it all over again. Oh, the lack of drama
in the drama always unfolding.