tsk, tumblr has seen me slacking.

so:

1. 5-year diary begins today. while the day is written in dourly, i think the fact of beginning at all speaks of an optimism, yes? i don’t aspire to a 5-year trend of sourness. we’ll see what emerges. in the meantime, i aim to return to daily (or near daily) pictures, even if they are old ones. they are where my mind is at, and you can take these pictures as the shared companion to the unshared paper journal on my bedside. today’s picture is of my sister and me, circa 1982, because my mind has very much been on my family, my sense of home, and my sense of commonality, lately. these three things live in many elements of my life, but at the moment most strongly reside in the connection to my sister. voila.

2. absence of turn-of-year joyfulness doesn’t mean an absence of joy. i insist upon this. this christmas, this new year, lacked festiveness, maybe. but i have a lot to be grateful for, and i am grateful. i have many reasons for happiness, and i am happy. wistful, too, though. shrug.

3. today is sorting out for tomorrow, which should be— hopefully— quite busy. which is good, because today has not been busy enough (see the fact of my posting here).

4. my boobs hurt. 3 cheers for the multitudes announcing the small details of their lives as if they are significant! or, failing that, 3 cheers for swollen boobs, which feel and appear rounder than normal. thank you, holiday season snacks and eating. in the ever-correct words of mark h., “we love cookie boobs.”