Ritual de lo Habitual

White after labor day? *Gasp*

I am sorry that I don’t have much to say.  Not to say that my life has been particularly uneventful or boring lately, but I can’t find a way to share it without just saying “And I did this… and I did this… and this.  Do you like me now?”

I am at work right now hiding in the office.  Outside the door is a table with about fourteen to sixteen financiers that I’m supposed to be wooing.  I don’t like wooing.  I’m not bad at it, I just don’t like it.  It’s not my style, and I feel cheap doing so.

So yesterday I slipped into a pair of high heels and walked a mile for the third year in a row to promote awareness of domestic violence in my community.  It’s a charity event spearheaded by the YWCA and the guys and I always have a great time participating.  It feels great (spiritually, not physically) and we always get a good laugh at each others’ expense.

I suppose that’s all I have to say at this time.  Sorry I’m not more forthcoming, but everything just seems so jumbled in my head, like a jug full of blocks; they all fit in just fine, but when you tip it over, they gather together at the spout and won’t come out.