Imperfect Genius

It has come to my attention that I’ve been, um, neglecting my duties. As in, I’m guilty of not blogging. Unfortunately, as witnessed by my month-long absence, it’s painfully true.

I am however, still alive. Gotta love that part, right?

I took a break to get away on a family vacation (to a place with no Internet service - what the hell was I thinking?) and never fully made my way back here. Oh, I tried several times but I found myself sitting in front of the laptop staring at the screen for ten minutes before I remembered I was actually suppose to be doing something. More often than not at night, when I usually blog, I’ve had about the same amount of wit and energy as a wilted celery stick.

We are finally launching the major phase of our 1870 house renovation, a project that has been in the works for nearly two years. That’s the big news. It’s been the focus of my time and energy these last few months. The work starts in full swing next week. I’d like to celebrate properly by consuming impressive amounts of alcohol, but I can’t seem to find the strength to lift the bottles and pour. Someone please send me a barmaid.

I’ve been working on several posts behind the scenes, I just need to find a few quiet moments to finish them when I’m not feeling scattered in twenty-six directions. I can see the light at the end of the tunnel, so I’ll be returning soon. You’ve been warned.