Pithy Words of Mighty Import

Don’t you think that is a perfect new title for this blog?  I’m getting ready for a website change sometime in the next five years so stay alert.  On the other hand, I may never change, so don’t be too alert.  In related news, I think I may have located the source of the empty feeling.  This morning I was thinking that if the international police hunted my husband to the ends of the earth (Guatemala came to mind) and cornered him in a rocky mountain cave (for all I know there are mountains there) (and caves) and shot him, I would go along and be killed too.  This is theoretical, reader, so don’t get a lot of ideas.  Then I was telling him this fantasy, as it is one of the less shrewy and imperious thoughts I have had regarding our domestic life, and as we discussed being killed in a Guatemalan cave I was like, to myself, Hey! That kind of sounds exciting.  In theory.  And that gave me a nice feeling.  So there we are, emptiness solved.

This weekend I am trying to finish:

1.  Bus

2.  Bunny for a distant reader who is coming to visit me soon

3.  Mopey Panda with tattoos.

Photos will be forthcoming in the event that any of those things is accomplished, so Remember, reader! Be alert!