367 days and counting...

First and foremost: 

Dear Bloggity Blog, I miss you.  I apologize for the severe neglect I've subjected you to and I wish I could promise it's all going to be better now, but really, I'm tired of making promises.  And I'm very sleepy.  Regardless, I *am* typing now, so that surely must count for something, even if that something is filed neatly under the "too little too late" header.  Sincerely and with more formality  than usual: Sushila.

Second and subsequently:

Holy crap when did my life get so joyously, unsettling-ly, achingly busy?!  The 22nd marked my one year anniversary of being in the Land of Ports, and two years of being separated (now divorced) from my Husby... the prior week Chloe Belle celebrated her third birthday with too many cookies, and Widdershins still feels compelled to battle-cry as he flies through the air, usually onto Chloe's head-- or my stomach (but only if I'm sleeping).

Needless to say: I am processing a lot, the least of which is why it was snowing on the first day of Spring... not that I mind-- I've a soft spot for those fluffy flakes, and, although it's snowed a good handful of times here-- it still delights my heart, sends me into throes of awe, and causes me to run outside to catch those lil bliss bits on my lashes.  No.  It doesn't matter if it's 2am or in the middle of my work day and the phones are ringing incessantly.  I will go outside.  I have my priorities in order.  Chloe has adapted.  Well, to the snow at least-- though I do miss watching her attempt to trace each wisp down to the ground and snuffle it til her lil pup snout is snuffling from snow-huffing.  Now it's just so passe.  She *is* much more mature now, it's true.
I, apparently, am (happily) not.  I think she'll come around, though-- I mean, mud is still way high on her list of favorite things, which we delved into quite readily at the Doggie Park yesterday.  So there's still hope.