Dooce is pregnant! She's fourteen weeks, and she looks absolutely GORGEOUS! Would you LOOK at that belly? Oh my God. I looked at her picture and cried. Man, if I thought I had biological clock-ticking bad before, it's like screaming now.
Screaming, I tell you.
I'm so moody, you'd think I was pregnant.
I get to see my niece on Saturday. It seems I just saw her a few weeks ago, but it's been six or so months. That's, like, a quarter of her life. So I feel like I've missed everything!
One of my students, who can really get to talking, stood in the middle of my studio and told me how much she loved piano, for like ten minutes straight, without taking a breath.
Teaching is not like parenting. In parenting, you get the hugs, the little special moments, all the time. In teaching, they come like once every year and parents complain (or don't care) at least once a week. And so I totally burst into tears and had to hide them.
I feel so hormonal today I can't really think of anything to talk about. Glenn leaves in two weeks. He'll be back mid-April. I'm looking forward to working a lot, writing a lot. Not looking forward to pretending I'm not lonely.
Well, since I can't think of anything to say, how are you? How are you feeling about the holidays? Are they happy? Laced with moodiness? Stressed?
How's the writing going? The reading?
Here's a parting gift: 40 Inspirational speeches in 2 minutes. Loved it!
Today I am grateful for friends who don't mind when you stick your foot in your mouth and say the stupidest things, LOL.