Once upon a time, I could go on a road trip without making all my own unprocessed, organic, starch-free food.
Once upon a time I could go to my parents’ house without drooling over idea of family-provided childcare so that I could enjoy some time to catch up on all things computer — email (professional and person), internet research, volunteerism and activism, blog writing and community-building/social networking.
Once upon a time, I did not measure my life in the time between naps and meals.
This is not that time.
I have so much to say about my travels thus far, here in the Midwest with family while our kitchen gets expanded back home in Virginia. From an four-hands energy healing session at a groovy new spa in Ann Arbor to images of my son driving a golf cart, there’s plenty to say.
But the baby, who was listening to my old Fisher Price clock sing “90 Years Without Slumbering” is now done laughing at me in irony of the tune and is instead going for the computer cords, just like she does at home.
And I need to eat.
So I will catch up later. But I am here. And I will have plenty to say when I can find the time to say it.