Of trying to scoop the froth off the top of my life to display online, on my blog and tumblr and twitter and all the internet places. Right now my life is jumbled and scary. I don’t have the ability to do whatever proper bloggers do to make it seem as if their lives are charmed and feted and fancy free. I can’t concentrate long enough to get angry at things, instead I make the call as soon as I encounter weighty issues: Fight or flight. I fly away into comfortable places. This does not make for an interesting blog, or it would if I knew how to dress it up right.
I can only share the minutiae right now, the things I’m doing when I’m on the run.