Miscellany: Ice Breaker Edition

I feel like we need an ice breaker, me and you. A peace offering, a token of appreciation.

It’s silly, I guess, since this is my own blog, but we’ve been talking about Ethiopia for so long I’m not sure how to stop talking about it. To be honest, I’m not even sure I want to. If you could see my editorial posts calendar for the next month you’d shit a brick. (You like how lady like I am? Me too.) It’s packed three and four posts high every day between now and December. I’m not actually going to subject you to such an abundance of drivel, but it probably tells you a bit about the state of my mind right now.

It has spent every single waking (and, judging from the contorted and stiff positions in which I awake, sleeping) hour in the past week and a half yelling random thoughts at me.

Sometimes success scares me just as much as failure. I forgot to buy caramels. [Insert name of editor here] is waiting for that article I should have written before I left and now my brain is a jumbled mess, not at all fit for writing it. (Yes, my brain is even yelling at me about the state of itself.) Are we almost out of cat food?

It’s a long and utterly unproductive running commentary. I just wish there were an off button.

Let’s see, what else?

I’ve officially become that parent who bribes her children. Twenty bucks a piece with no spending restrictions got me out of trick-or-treating this year. Life is good.

I seem to have misplaced a stick of butter. Which, I assure you, is just as perplexing as it sounds. Where the hell could an entire stick of butter disappeared to? Wrapper and all!

The Pig Dog is going to start training soon.

Allow me to re-phrase that, The Pig Dog is going to go to his first training session soon. Once there, the trainer will tell us whether or not he’s actually ready to begin. Three weeks ago I’d have said yes. Last week? He was more interested in chasing butterflies. Oh the joy of an immature canine.

And yes, I’ve contemplated the very real possibility that he is solely responsible for the missing butter.

Well, we went four hundred words without talking about Ethiopia too much. This is a start. Plus, I’m working on a really fantastical post in which there will be many, many mentions of bacon. So, you know, you’ll keep coming back for that, if nothing else. Right? Right!