Every now and then—like now—life is going to get really busy, but I'll still want to say "Hello! How are you over there? I'm doing well way over here!"
Here's a little postcard.
Just about two minutes ago, King fell asleep in her bouncy seat behind me. I'll gather her up and quietly quietly (quiet now!) get her to her crib. And then I'll dive back into design design (design!).
I've been happily busy, but adjusting to my new schedule—Liz, your letter is in my brain. I really can't wait to have an hour to myself in a quiet corner somewhere in this world to put paper to pen for you. Once I start writing it, I may never stop.
Skies are blue and I've been sketching new ideas for new projects. I swear that giving birth to a baby made me want to make more and more things. I thought maybe it was just a post-birth burst, but it hasn't let up in more than a year.
I just glanced over to the fire station next door, and the flags are at half mast. Is it for the anniversary of the South Korean ferry tragedy? I'm sitting here thinking surely not, but also what else would it be? And who am I that I don't know the answer? Still, flags are flying at half mast and it's a reminder that there are still people in the world who honor tradition and a little piece of my heart goes out to that.
Maybe they just forgot to raise the flags from yesterday, for Lincoln.
OK, baby in her crib, me back to design design. Blue skies and errands waiting for later. Hello/farewell from way over here!