I fell off the wagon again. I apologize.
For about a month there, I was working 60 hours a week, and desperately trying to complete my final project for my Editing Certificate. All I was doing in the kitchen was boiling water for fluorescent chicken noodle soup and earl grey tea, in combination with grabbing handfuls of leftover Halloween candy.
Things may have been a little dire.
But! Then I finished school—for the foreseeable future, no less—and I made up for lost time in the kitchen.
I didn’t post anything in a timely manner, but, baby steps.
In the new year, I will be back to the usual hectic scrambling to organize my fundraiser for the Heart & Stroke Foundation, learning and teaching and failing and succeeding at circus, and writing and writing and writing and reading too many articles on writing on medium.com.
In the meantime, we’re gingerbread-housing the shit out of this joint.
And yes, I’m aware that it’s after Christmas, and that sentence doesn’t really make sense.