too much of nothing
I got nothin’.
Nothing for my blog. I’m preoccupied lately with shaping up, and I can hardly imagine being less interesting to anybody else. My darling T, 12 years younger than I, has transformed himself recently, cleaning up the eating and drinking, losing weight, finding ambition for projects big and small…you can bet there’s some insecurity happening over on this dumpy, graying, 47-year-old side. Not enough insecurity to go get my hair colored, you understand. But enough to dig up the tae bo tapes and stir up the plantar fasciitis.
It’s a tiny concern. The town next door burned down last week. It’s never going to rain here again. The economy’s doing its thing. Wars are raging. I’m worrying about sticking too much food in my face. It’s a position of such privilege, it’s just astounding–and embarrassing.
So, really, I got way too much, but still nothin’. And I hope to have a little less. Check back in July or so.
