August is my least favorite month. Generally, because it's hot and long and not September, my favorite month of the year.
When I was younger, I used to think of August as the breakup month, because it always just seemed really difficult to get through with any given relationship intact. There's just something about August that's stagnant and fat.
I've been prioritizing and working and trying not to fill every moment with work and having to spend time on important things over other important things. And mostly living in that world where I just do what I can do and let that be enough...
But my inbox is full, and perhaps you may have noticed that this space does not contain a post about BlogHer? Which I would like to write, but which takes some dedicated time I haven't had.
And I have something every night this week.
But the BlogHer: It was fun.
Better blogging to come, and if I owe you an email, I pray for your patience!