i suppose i’m invisible. it happens from time to time. it’s not something that’s entirely in my power to control. my apologies, friend. not trying to disappear from you.

i’ve been in response mode. but it is quite possible that the unnecessary and unwanted story dept is appropriate. *shrugs* it happens to the best of us.

i’m here. i’ve been in the presence of children all weekend. they will not let me type a damn thing or even look away from their wanting, hypnotic eyes. they’re quite possessive little beings. and i obey their every command. at their request, we’re reading together, today. they love showing me their book collection. it’s pretty admirable for some little black girls. i love it!

my mother strong armed the toddler away from his mother for a few days. and he’s been majestic joy for me. i got nothing but active little boy hugs two days in a row. i’m very sore. he almost took my neck off. i woke up with knees in my back, a hand on my eye and he was quite comfortable with his assault like comatose position. and who wants to wake a 4 year old just to get comfortable? who needs comfort? you realize what truly matters when it comes down to the wire. i didn’t move him, i moved myself to not wake the toddler king. needless to say, i’m still super sleepy and sore. my neck has threatened a strike since it can’t turn left independently of the rest of the body. i support the strike.

i’m here waiting on my pictures. *hint* i’ve been meaning to drop you a line. i dropped the ball on checking in. oops. forgive me. the balance act sometimes falls in on me, affecting the ones around me. again, my apologies. i’ve been better. allow me to be better, again. because you are absolutely amazing. i must step my game up. i am. i will.

i’m working on something that may be more clarity than this response. i’ll send it before the day is over. much love, my friend.