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A dry spell

It occurred to me that I've slowed my posting down a bit after my initial flurry. I'm guessing this is due to life being incredibly busy, my not being compelled to write about absolutely every boring event that goes on and other stuff.

And then I realized something pretty cool. The same (unconscious) governing behavior that surfaces when I'm working on my novel, which makes me overthink and under write is attempting to edit me before I even get really rolling here.

But I'm not going to stop. Even if I only write a little, and some would consider it, meh, in the world of posts.

That said, a few items to bring you up to date.

First, the daughter is playing really good soccer her senior year. Really good. And she's working hard to push beyond what she's accepted in herself before. Wow. All this and taking hard classes and anticipating college far away and generally shouldering a LOT. Go girl. And ask for help if you need it.

Second, the son is about to take the LSAT this Saturday. He doesn't know how that will go, but has been studying and taking practice tests for months, now. Good luck, Son. In addition to working through his Senior year of college, he's the go-to for 57 freshmen at his dorm as the Residential Adviser on his floor. He's learning really cool skills like conflict mediation and how to keep those doe eyed babies calm and focused while they acclimate to the away from home college experience. He says this second year is easier than the first. Good, 'cuz the first one was full of surprises.

Third, my work is intense and competitive and fun and weird and I am never ever comfortable, ever. But I think I do my best work when I'm slightly uncomfortable, so that's ok. I also work with a ridiculously talented group of people who manage to keep their perspective under fire. Turns out that comes in handy a lot.

Hubby is teaching and coaching and on a committee to help pick the new headmaster at his school. It's been an interesting process,  based on the gossip flying around the school. But I don't really know details, just the overview. A decision is forthcoming within a month or so. Soccer season ends in a little over a month, so life will look different once that happens. More time to relax, less time on the fields, literally.

What else? Oh, It's Fall in New Mexico, and the air is chilly in the mornings now. The trees are turning, the Balloon Fiesta is on the near horizon, and the city will soon fill with zillions of tourists and their cars, and their RVs..and their money. The event brings millions of dollars into the local economy, so that's a very good thing. Driving to work during the Fiesta, though, is a pain in the butt.

 Ok, that's all for now. But I'll be back.

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