(around) 28 days later

I’ve been gone. I’ll blame it on the Olympics, though that’s not really the whole of it. I just haven’t felt like writing anything, and that makes it difficult to post anything. Work is heating up again, and the end of summer makes me slightly apathetic. I need to be invigorated by crisp fall air! Pumpkins! Scary movies and blankets! Foliage! Unfortunately, Richmond has a delayed fall, but somehow, psychologically, September feels better, even if it is still 80.

Oh. And my 10-year high school reunion is this weekend. I know, I know, aging is all about perspective. At 40, looking back, I’m sure I’ll feel like I was a baby at 27. But 10 years out of high school is weird at 27, I don’t care who you are. And I am not going. I debated, but I didn’t angst over it. But I got an opportunity to get out of town with my husband and his parents, and I decided that it is more important to grab time with the people you love than revisit old times with people you don’t remember. Part of me wants to go, but I think I made the right decision, for the right reason.