- I've been busy.
- After Gandalf died, we adopted two cats, Hecate and Cinnamon.
- Hecate died.
- Cinnamon needed a friend. Welcome Pippin.
- My life changed.
- I went from working 21+ hours a week to 40+ hours.
- Sean and I haven't fully adapted to the change of me working full-time.
- We moved. And we've been renovating for 19 months and counting.
- I got orthotics. (Okay, that one doesn't really work.)
- Nora died.
- I've been diagnosed with sleep apnea.
- And ADHD, combined type. (That includes hyperactivity and impulsive type plus inattention and distractable type.)
- And for the last 5.5 months, I have been without words, broken, sad, and unable to move forward.
It's all these and more.
And, for the last 5.5 months, though I've frequently thought of writing, I am without words. Even as I type this, I am at a loss.
Today, driving to London, ON, I listened to Shalom Haver. It's a 2-disc set compiled after the assassination of Yitzhak Rabin. There was so much promise for peace at that time. Even after the assassination, we had hope. I want to get that hope back.
I pride myself on my optimism. During the last 5.5 months, I wanted to write and was without words. They still elude me. I watch what's happening around the world, the increase of antisemitism and the rise of nationalism, and it's hard to retain my optimism. Something needs to change.
So, let me catch up, and maybe, through writing, I can find my words.
