Okay! In an effort to manage all the insanity vying for my attention and turn it into "nothingness" for awhile, I have one more letter to write, en francias, to a different publisher in France and after that, work goes on the back burner.

I'm still going to workout b/c god knows I'm too vain to stop doing that (plus, I've invested a cool fortune in Frederick's of Hollywood stuff this season in order to ensure that my sweetie has a very merry Christmas in his new home. And at my age, I gotta workout to still look good in those crazy get-ups; and -- let's face it babydolls -- to survive my own rope-trick fetishes, I gotta stay limber! Ouch!). However, anything related to writing and to work is going into hibernation for now so that I can start getting ready to have a new housemate and life-mate around here! Yay.

First on the list was trying to move a chunk of my life out of the main bedroom. [And make room for that king-sized bed! Yippee ki yi yay! -- Editor] I tend to do almost everything in the bedroom. Meditation, yoga, "playing records" (as it used to be called), reading, watching movies, etc. So this morning, all the meditation-related stuff came down into my office. I know that sounds weird, but my office is a really peaceful space with a lot of windows and it is very conducive to relaxing. I had the most amazing meditation down here this morning at 6:30 AM, with candles and Christmas lights all aglow, and Bunny snuggled up in the armchair next to mine. What a great start to the day. Honestly. And I did a heart-chakra meditation, which is almost always my favorite. So that went well. I once again love the whole freakin' world: Merry fuckin' Christmas you crazy buggers!

Now I gotta get crackin' on the middle bedroom. Get all the books, papers, records, fax machine, filing cabinet, etc., etc., outta there and down into either the family room or the basement. And that is a TON of work, folks. Up & down, up & down, up & down -- aren't stairs great? (And here I'd had my heart set on a mid-century ranch house! But oh well. One look at this humble little 1957 split-level dream house and I couldn't rest until she was mine!) Not to mention that none of that shit in the middle bedroom has been moved for 3 years! Can you say DUST BUNNIES, gang???? I know I'll be saying it real loud and real soon!

Okay! On that lofty note, the day's a-wastin'! (Now is it dust bunnies I'm after,  or dusting bunnies???? Hmmmm.)

 



See ya, gang!