How badly I feel, little blog, for neglecting you. It feels longer than a day and a half, but still.
I’m in the city for 48 hours before leaving tomorrow afternoon for a conference in Charleston. Laundry, garbage, recycling, packing, repeat.
But reunion. Well, people my age-ish have one or two of these:
Also, I danced to many songs to which I absolutely should not know the words, I drank a couple glasses of wine too many, and probably was a little too honest about a couple things with a few people. BUT HEY….BYGONES! See you in five years!
This is disjointed. I hate flying. I have packed two pairs of shoes and four books. I hope I packed underwear.