Entry the first

Always something auspicious about starting a new journal. I suppose it’s the pleasant illusion that one will have turned a corner and be suddenly brilliant and profound and generally NOT the disorganized, snipey, sun-lazing, fantasy-prone shopaholic one has been for the past twenty-five years.

One can always pretend. And, in fact, One usually does.

Just got home from a week-long jaunt out to the east coast to visit brothers #1 and #2 and their respective wives and bairns and am frantically trying to piece Normal Life back together before heading to work at three this aft.

Okay, “frantic” might be a bit much, since I am snuggled up in my office chair chewing bubble gum in a quiet house, but you know what I mean.

Got my thank-yous written, emails read (Instyle informs me that I ought to be using BROWN mascara for a “fresher, younger look.” Thank you, Molly Sims, my life is now complete), answered a couple of outstanding emails harking back to the dark ages of mid-February (oops), changed the cat litter, refilled the bird feeder, watered plants, unpacked my bags, mailed a package out, sorted mail, gathered library materials to return…

Been a busy morning.

And I wish I could find some way to recount the best bits of my trip, but I hardly know how to come at it… Carlie, Joel, and I found a website with instructions for analyzing handwriting for personality traits and spent an afternoon amusing ourselves with puzzling over the fact that my lowercase “m” is rounded and my lines generally slant upward (although the words themselves have a backslant, indicative of being an independent soul)… At Michael and Grace’s we spent an evening playing murder mystery—dividing into teams, the first of which comes up the a mystery plot and sets up the house with a number of clues, while the second team has to solve the mystery. Hard to describe, but great fun to play.

Got to see the Liberty Bell and take the tour of Independence Hall, wander around the Philly art museum and eat cheese steaks at Gino’s.

A great trip.

… yes. I think this blog will be exactly like every other journal I have ever kept: a hurried splash of events and impressions with flashes of genius and, you know, proof-reading eternally pushed off onto tomorrow’s plate.

But I have to get ready for work now. And I want a cookie. And the side of my face appears to be bleeding for no reason.