-Bellow, Saul

Today, for various reasons (including, but not limited to: lack of sleep, rain, cold weather, and greasy hair), I am choosing to remain holed up here in my hermitage.  Except it’s not a hermitage because it includes a certain 18-month-old and a certain 4-year-old.  And hermits live alone.

Sigh.  To be alone.

So, I am we are here at home today, fulfilling that stay-at-home stereotype.  Except we haven’t actually been home the entire time.  And we’ve only actually been inside for an hour and a half.  And…

Do you know what?  I’m just going to stop now, since it appears I cannot manage a coherent thought without contradicting it.  I really meant to post something about stillness, inner peace, creative reception.  I was going to tell you about the moments of quiet connection that my children and I have shared, and about the inspiration I have passively obtained. 

But all I’ve done is introduced you to my split personality disorder.  Which is fun, too.