Well ... I'm not in jail.
And nope, I haven't dismantled the website, or cancelled my ISP, or moved to Mexico.
I haven't even been checking my hit counter stats. Much. (Although it is amusing to see that entire geographical areas have fallen -- *plunk* -- right off the radar, ever since I casually disclosed that I'm able to track who is reading *FootNotes.*)
Yes, I probably allowed that last journal entry to sit on the website a day or two longer than was strictly necessary. (So sue me.) It was a great entry, and I wanted to make sure it got the optimum amount of *exposure.* And the truth is that nothing even remotely as dramatic or journal-worthy has happened since then ... thank god. Basically I've spent the past week embracing the ordinariness of January, and the ordinariness of my life. My life away from the website, that is.
And I don't mind telling you that it's felt really, reeeeeeeally great.
I don't even mind the fact that all of a sudden it's JANUARY. January, the most unrelentingly ordinary month of the entire year. January, the vanilla yogurt/Starland Vocal Band/Size 7 white crew sock of months. January, usually the low point of the year, for me.
Most of the time I hate January. This year ... I don't.
Why? Because this year it means that the holidays (AND the 20th Century) are finally, blessedly over ... along with all the attendant hoopla and folderol and stress and expense and travel and Y2K nonsense and bad Celine Dion TV specials ... and life can now go back to ordinary.
Wonderful, fabulous, overlooked, under-appreciated, blissfully dysfunctional *ordinary.*
blurb #1 will go HERE: nope.
that's it. that's all i have to say, for now. i just didn't want
anybody thinking i'd fallen off the planet ... OR thrown in the towel.
self-important blurb #2 -- probably having something to do with the WEATHER: winter has finally arrived in the bay area, apparently. this morning there were actual RAINDROPS on the hood of the subaru ... and i'm wearing my no-nonsense *winter-weight pantyhose* under my sandals today.
now all she needs is a hit counter -- and a subpoena -- and she's on her way!
i'm so proud.
where i'll ask a *relevant* question:
tomorrow's parties," nico
amazingly profound thought of the day: ``Vanilla, adj.: Ordinary flavor, standard. See FLAVOR. When used of food, very often does not mean that the food is flavored with vanilla extract! For example, "vanilla-flavored won ton soup" (or simply "vanilla won ton soup") means ordinary won ton soup, as opposed to hot and sour won ton soup. ''