I'm squinting to see the screen, blind without my contacts. How terrible my eyes have become. It's getting harder and harder to see the things that are in front of me.
How metaphoric of life.
But, I set that thought aside. It is not the time to be waxing poetic... Updates are to be given, seeing that I cheated in my last post and only provided updates on my baking life and not my waking one.
Life continues to shift and unfold, while I sit, grow fatter, and contemplate my next move. The friends are back (finally), leaving me to enjoy their presence, their wisdom, and their laughter for a few weeks before we are separated by land and sea once again. Our dinners together feed my belly, while our conversations feed my heart and soul. I don't think I could ask for better friends, for who else can I talk about all unspeakables with at the dinner table? We jump from love life, to political life, passing ideas past each other as we try to re-examine and resolve not only our personal lives, but the world around us. Morning cups of coffee are had with discussions of politics and morality, while pancakes are shared between twitters of girlish giggles about the men we adore (or don't).
The weekend was a necessary break. My shoulders are heavy with contemplative thoughts, trying to figure out if what I am doing is right or wrong. I hate the idea of hurting others, despite my tendency to be accidentally cruel. I struggle to be honest and tactful at the same time... to be patient and not presumptuous.
But, I speak in abstractions and nonsense. I'll leave these thoughts, too, for another time.
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