Not very many people know about this blog. I don't post it anywhere, and I started it only so I could comment on others' blogspot blogs. Then it became my writing blog.
I haven't written anything the past couple of days, and I can feel everything building up inside me, like a volcano. But I have so much frustration about other things in my life, that I don't feel like I should "waste time" with writing, when there are other things that are more pressing to do.
My girls are at their grandparents' and even though they are not slated to return home until tomorrow, I expect to see them this evening.
I long for silence and unstructured time, but when I get it, I don't know what to do with it. Strange.