One Year

I have been writing this blog for one year today. This time last year, everyone was sick in my house, as it happens to also be this year, though I’m not so sick that I get to have my fave cough medicine. Oh well, be careful what you wish for, right? The girls’ have minute colds which are barely colds in my opinion. They both slept through the night last night, so in my book, they’re just fine. My cold is also hardly present, and swabbing my nostrils with zinc goo seems to have actually made a difference in my feeling okay. Hubbo is rightly sick, tho. And he’s the one who has to go out into the world and pretend to be human. I just play a human on TV.

This time last year I was very depressed. I have bouts of the stuff off and on all winter long, but last year was a doozey. I was isolated, alone (yet never ever quite alone), and felt as if the winter darkness was imploding all around me. I was considering therapy as a way to cope with my situation. Then one day/night I looked at my friend Jerry Lim’s blog, which is just lovely, and thought to myself, “Dammit, I’m gonna get me one of those!”. A day or two later, here I was, choosing a template and typing words to get them and me out of my crazy head. And it worked. It really did. I love writing on 20/20. I love the occasional, well-written comments and feedback I’ve received from a number of old and new humans. I love the platform, if you will. And I will! Here’s to more years of me babbling about my frustrations and joys. Here’s to reading about yours, too. Which I also love learning about.

Any news about my Government job yet? I’m ready.