Mollywogger

Sorry ladies.  This whole not-updating-my-blog thing has gotten out of hand.  The way it has looked for two months (christ!), I’ve been wallowing in a cauldron with equal parts grief, depression, and self-pity.  Please let me assure you that that is far from the truth – I am still in one piece and still kicking – I just didn’t feel like I had much to say.

 

But I should really find something to say, because the Golden Globes are coming up on Monday (Monday!) and lord knows that I’ll have to post then.  I had better get a warm-up post in to verify that the snark is fully engaged.

 

We just got back on Thursday from our annual trip out to see the in-laws in Montana.  It’s hard to complain when this is what you see from your back porch:

 

 

We sledded in Glacier National Park:

 

 

And enjoyed a wonderful family Christmas:

 

All in all, a great success.

 

Hal and I are kind of taking a break on the reproduction right now.  I’m trying to figure out what the hell my uterus is up to – my last two cycles have been 18 and 21 days long, so something’s going on.  I’m just sick of thinking about it at this point.

 

Classes start again in two weeks.  I’ve been packing in as much novel-reading as I can during winter break.  I finished A.S. Byatt’s fabulous Possession in Montana, and now I’m halfway through Birdsong by Sebastian Faulks.  I’m still deciding how I feel about it.  The next two on my list are The Living by Annie Dillard (her first novel) and March by Geraldine Brooks.

 

Anyway, thanks for your concern over my whereabouts.  I’ll do my best not to disappear for so long again.  How is everyone else keeping busy?