So I am checking in after a long hiatus to say that the aliens were quite gentle with me, although I do hope I don't get abducted again for at least a couple of years.
I've just finished reading My Year of Meats by Ruth Ozeki and think it was wonderful and absurd and disturbing and all those good things a novel should be. I am also reading In A Time of Violence by Eavan Boland. I am reading to remind myself that we still have souls, that the world is not so bereft as it might seem. Everyday life can really crush one's chi, you know.
I made big fat buttermilk waffles this morning and it was not unlike eating cake for breakfast.