What can I say?

It's a funny time of year. I can't blame it all on the slant of the light. But damn, there's too much darkness - literally and figuratively. I look at my blog from the past month and a half and get a nice little map of my psyche. I get so emotional about politics. Not a good thing. Plus, hey, has anyone noticed? It's dark? I don't do well with the Daylight Savings thing. It really doesn't work for me. I'm not fooled by the fall back thing. One look at the sun and it's clear what time of day it is. Daylight savings doesn't work. You can't save light. Oh, and I'm sleep-deprived because Marshall, my 10-month old is doing what babies do - growing teeth, body, brain, learning to eat, to crawl, walk, putting things into boxes and bowls and taking them out (many, many times). All that activity and this is the tip of the iceberg here - let's just say, he's a busy little guy - well, it makes a baby tired and cranky and for some reason babies respond by not sleeping! Thus as Mommy! I'm sleep-deprived and light-starved. I am Jack's fragile 5-Ht Receptors.

If I could describe my life in one word right now I think it would be "rift." Or as Leonard Cohen sings, "There is a crack, a crack in everything." There is perturbation in the wiring. This is not a bad thing. It is necessary albeit uncomfortable and disrupting. Attempts will be made to articulate this state of being.

Time moves on. It's a New Year. Could be a good one if this dream means anything (and I think it does).