…a SMALL mountain, but still. I know. Two posts. Two days in a row….but I climbed a mountain, people. I drove down the coast from Half Moon Bay to Big Sur today. The sun was shining, the car was vrooming, and Barbra has just gotten to the part of her book where she excuses Bill Clinton for “whatever happened behind closed doors at the Whitehouse”…girl…as well as her marriage to James Brolin…which is hour 46 to 47, for anyone keeping score. I’m in the home stretch of Barbra Streisand’s fifty hour memoir on Audible, in case you don’t follow me…

Hey Humans!! How are you? It’s been a while, I know. I hope you’re all well, happy and healthy. A couple months ago, I was on the FACEBOOK…a place I seldom visit much anymore, and that’s not a humble brag, or a coolness declaration, just a fact about a gal trying to focus her energies off the socials whenever possible…and while doing a little curious lurk and scroll, I saw a post that asked the following paraphrased question… “Why do people take pictures of themselves and post them…like what’s the point? No really, I’m honestly asking.” Something else I seldom…

When you get an early morning phone call or early morning message from someone who you know, who is associated with someone you love…someone who tells you that they need to talk to you right away…there is this sort-of blissful span of time in which the world is still exactly the same at it ever was…but the possibility for it to deeply change looms large and hulking inside that blissful span. So, I guess it’s not really blissful span after all…it’s just a stasis, really. A weird pocket of time in which almost nothing moves and everything stays the same.…

So, I’m in a cottage somewhere in north-eastern Ontario and it’s 4:30am  AND after pizza and cake for dinner…LATE dinner…such a late dinner BUT cake, am I right?…yes, it seems the late-in-the-day food combo and this bed being somehow firmer than a cement floor and Jo’s VERY VOCAL forever wish to be on the bed…it seems that sleep will be eluding me for a while. I used to get very anxious when this would happen, counting the hours as they rolled by, sleep (and happiness) moving farther and farther away from me, and feeling the negativity demon fully take over.…

Recently, I went to my storage space... ...FYI, I've talked about my storage space SO much (due to the THREE times I downsized said storage space) THAT I now sing a little song about it when I tell friends I'm going to my STORAAAGGGEEE SPAAAAACE... ...so, I went to my STROOOORAAAGGGEEE SPACCCCCEEEEEE to get my little Christmas tree and ornaments. I threw that artificial evergreen in the back of my Subaru, drove it down the DVP, dragged it up to my condo, put it in it's predestined space, plugged the lights in...AND they didn't work. I tried everything. Okay, to…

  “In the end, she became more than what she expected. She became the journey, and like all journeys, she did not end, she just simply changed directions and kept going”  -r.m. drake “In the end, this post may keep me single forever…and so be it.” -s.d. matthews   Okay, now that we’re all alone here, Warriors and Warrior-Supporters… …and I KNOW we’re alone because only a VERY distinct type of human is gonna read something with this title which is, quite honestly, SPECIFICALLY why I used it… …so, now that it’s just us…and maybe the ten people who will…