I’m sitting here, typing on my phone, as the knowledge of the impending “LEAVE FOR WORK NOW” alarm I have set sits in the back of my mind. I wanted you to know that you have been on my mind. Every day. I keep thinking about how long it’s been since I’ve shared my time with you, and wondering how to squeeze something, anything, in so that you know I have not forgotten you.
Working full-time and trying to meet my personal reading goals (which I’ll have to speak on later), and trying to write something major for the first time ever, on top of all the other duties of life, have pretty much taken over. I’m up before 5 most mornings even though I don’t have to be at work until 9. I don’t do well with late nights so I’m usually in bed before 11. And forget weekends! That’s when I’ve got to catch up on everything else. Whew!
I’m a bit tired, but I haven’t forgotten you. I know we’ve got to finish talking about Octavia Butler, and I also want to talk about what I’m reading now. It’ll happen. Promise.
But now, I’ve got to finish getting ready to leave for work.