I’ve had a lot of blog hits in the last few days from various places I’ve called home, so I want to stress that I’m still alive, for starters. Things have just been moving at an insanely fast pace recently and I haven’t had time to do much of anything, let alone blog.
My grandmother passed away in the wee hours of Saturday morning, surrounded by her four children and her husband of nearly 41 years. I was in her bedroom, just the next room over from the living room where we and a hospice nurse had been tending to her since her release from the hospital just a couple of days earlier.
This will probably still be a long post because I don’t know how to keep anything brief.
It’s almost a month into 2016 and this is the first blog post I’ve made in the new year. I started and trashed at least three of them, but here goes nothing.
Uhhhh, so I’ve gotten pretty far behind blogging these. A lot has been going on–I’ve been sick, working, traveling, catching up with friends, and in general just trying to keep my head up and my feet going forward. Nothing too bad, just busy and stressed. So, basically, business as usual.
The last 20 hours or so have been kind of wild around the Michelbacher household. There are now three of us in this one-bedroom apartment. The new arrival is female, weighs a little under eight pounds, and is covered in black and white fur. Yes–we’ve got a cat here now. Her name is Felicity.
The fog of the ridiculous depression I’ve been under for the last week or so has finally started to lift. I’m smiling because I genuinely feel like it, not because people expect me to do it.