Nearly Two Months Gone By

Hey, there. It seems I've stopped posting, but I think I'm going to start again soon.

We're having a pretty rough time. Cold gray days, lots of sickness, anxiety, and short tempers. It really isn't about our move, though. Several friends, when I said I was struggling, assumed that I was having doubts about our move, and a hard time acclimating to New York. But no, this is stuff that would have been going on if we'd stayed in Denver, too (and it probably would have been worse there). Jobs, money, trying to be pleasant to each other in spite of very bad moods and very real worries - the same old tough stuff. Not fun to write about, and even less fun to read about, yeah? So I haven't. I'll say this though: both of us working from home, while also taking care of a 2-year-old, is not proving to be a very good idea at all. Absence really would make the heart grow fonder. We've ordered a laptop and drawn up a schedule so that we can take turns schlepping our work out to a coffee shop and getting out of each other's hair. If that doesn't work, one of us is going to have to give up their true career ambitions and take the first retail wage-slave job they can find, just to save our family's sanity. The laptop arrives next week: will it save the day? We shall see.

Also, I have the web equivalent of social anxiety, knowing that among the friends who check in on this space, there are a couple of troll-ish people hanging out around the edges too. But so it goes, if you have a blog, right? I just need to put it out of my head I suppose.

Here's something that made me happy about living here: I wasn't even aware that New York was in the Superbowl until a few days before the game. I do skim the newspapers, I get out of the house, I make small talk with people on the street, but still - I didn't know. If we were still in Denver, and the Broncos were in the Superbowl, you'd better believe we'd have been awash in unavoidable Bronco-mania for weeks. Just made me smile, that's all.

I'll try to bring something better to this space soon, I promise. Tales of celebrity-sightings? Pictures of my kids? More of my sparkling and witty prose, rather than depressed whining? I'll work on it.