In this bloggy world, there are only four people who read my posts. I have friended other people, but they haven't friended me back yet. It all feels small and intimate and quite nice.
But unlike other folks who are migrating their lj stuff over here, I'll probably just post on whichever blog I feel like posting on according to whatever shite is in my head on any given day. So, you self-flagellators who have friended me, you may very well be getting a double dose of Tats in the future.
You poor things.
PS I woke up this morning with Simply Red in my head. I blame the people at Fidels.
I am currently in the interesting situation of having all my stuff, including my clothes, at one house, and my furniture, including my bed, at the other. Tomorrow at 3pm some nice men will come and remedy this situation. Meanwhile, I feel quite fragmented and not a little 'up in the air.' A perfect feeling for the day when the daylight and dark hours are equal. Tomorrow, the day will be a little shorter than the night, and the world will stop hanging in the balance - things will start to settle into their winter pattern, and I'll help it along by nesting.
I'm very much looking forward to having a home of my own.
You won't get to hear me squeeing about it unless you come see me though, because we're a net-free zone up there for the time being. I might get some of my essay done.. or mow the lawn, or dig the garden.
*happy*