It's raining cats, dogs, politicians, and likely a wide range of other, assorted, small animals, outside my study corner window, tonight. Situation 'Normal' in SG's world, in other words. So, where have I been?. Why so absent?. I'm short on words these days, just as I'm short on sleep, excuses, and involuntary, financial donations to Wall Street. My REM sleep cycle is now considered, for all intents and purposes, to be 'late onset'. Which translates into my dreaming of sadistic, homicidal women wanting to torture and murder my husband, long after the 'snooze' alarm has squawked hopefully, and Mr. Strawberry Girl is actually already out engaging in animal husbandry with our 15 guinea pigs. What is the meaning of all this?. 42. (Remember 'The Hitchiker's Guide to the Galaxy)'?.
However, the real kicker, today, was that I had to stop, look, listen and think, in order to remember how many years I'd been married for, this month. Because, between the escalating muck-raking storm that is my schooling at the moment, combined with the driving southerly thunderstorm, outside, I've been 'snowed sideways, in more ways than one.
But, I can say that I'm still 'in' love with Mr. Strawberry Girl after seven years. Absinthe, I mean, absence, really does make the heart grow ... well, fonder, really. Moreover, I still like OS, and the individuals contained herein.
That is all. For now.
(SG Private Collection, 2004)