lazy

I’m not dead yet. I’m simply trying to claw my way out of New York City by July and keep my new freelance writing business afloat at the same time. It is, at best, vomit-inducingly stressful. The good news is that in about ten days Ben and I will be pulling into Missoula barring any disasters and that about ten days after that (July 10) BROOD will be back up and running.

Don’t think that just because I stopped updating that I’ve stopped brooding. On the contrary, trying to move 2,500 is very, very brood-worthy. In the last month or so, we’ve bought a car, had our car vandalized within 9 hours of its purchase, and then fixed our vandalized car. I’ve gotten some great new clients, stopped returning the calls of a few clients who treated me badly, and raised my rates twice. I’ve broke my six-mile time, then seriously injured my knee the next day, and only today managed to walk at a fast pace on the treadmill without acting like a little wussie. Ben has flourished at his two new jobs at CagePotato and Sports Illustrated and watched his old company fold mere weeks after he quit. Brood-worthy moments to come in the next three weeks: packing, road trip, finding abode, unpacking.

Just so you don’t think I’ve only been ignoring you while continuing to live a normal life, I’ll list some other things I haven’t done since I stopped updating my blog: read a book, called a single long-distance friend, flossed, gone shopping without a specific purpose, gone more than two days without an embarrassing bout of emotional eating, sat at a desk, regularly worn a bra, made small talk, had a moment of peaceful reflection.

What else? I’ve had several requests for Ripley updates (yes, it’s clear who is the draw is here). Ripley is sitting next to me now, as she always does when I’m “working.” Instead of taking her in the car with us on our four-day trip across the country, we are planning on flying her. I am terrified for her safety, but not so terrified that I want her yowling in the car for four days. In general, though, I think she’ll be much happier in Montana, at least until we get the dog that we’ve been planning for.

That’s it for now.  Sit tight and I’ll be back soon.