Saturday Night

It would seem that it's Saturday night, and another night alone. Bah; I should be used to such things by now. I'm grateful for friends and family who keep me balanced, and even better, occasionally off balance.

I've spent the last few days trying to have real conversations about real topics with the boy; things that matter a lot to me and things that hurt me. My timing's been off; he wants to joke and play and tell stories. I do understand. I often feel that way myself.

Timing - ain't it everything?

I'm looking forward to my weekly phone date with Momma tomorrow. For the past few weeks, we've been talking a few times a week instead of the weekly chat. I do love talking with her. It's true; no-one loves you like your mother does. She's been listening to me work out plans for the next phase of my life and is so supportive of my dreams of getting a solo practice started, and finally doing policy work. I want to work on bankruptcy and student loan policies. They certainly need a lot of work, no? And I'm a poster child for both causes.

I've missed the readers that have disappeared, and am so happy for those who stick with me. Thank you, all of you, wherever you are.

Listening: Anna Nalick: Breathe (2am)