The Creative juices aren’t flowing. But it’s not because I am lacking Juice.
I have Running Juice.
My big girl walked/ran her first 5K. I looped back and finished with her.
I have kind of a lot of Running Juice. The physical therapist has me tuned up just right and I have run more than 300 miles since August when I got those new pink kicks.
So. I got some more.
I have tons and tons of Leaf Raking Juice. And I have 8 year old free labor. I recommend it.
I may or may not have had a little Juice at a party recently. I was excited. I wore a dress. And eye shadow.
Which is kind of funny because I also wore this mask.
You know you found the right church when there is a Burlesque show and a good excuse to wear a luchador mask and your shoes are carefully placed by the front door when you get there on Sunday morning. I think that is a sign of a good time, right? Losing your shoes? I seem to remember that from the Days Before Kids.
I have Running Juice. And Leaf Raking Juice. And Fancy Dress Up Juice.
But I don’t have much in the way of Pithy Commentary Juice. Or even Sappy Emotional Observations Juice. Hell. I don’t seem to have any Get a Load of This Shit Juice even and I almost never run out of that.
I’m here. And I miss you guys. I just don’t seem to have a lot to say. And I don’t know what to make of that.