How Do You All Do It?

I am continually amazed, humbled, and a bit intimidated by those of you who manage to post daily -- or even three, four, five times a week.  How do you do that?  I come here day after day.  Well, actually, I come here night after night, after a full day of teaching and fixing dinner and cleaning up dinner -- and when I get here, and look around, there you all are.  Most often, I am struck speechless.  Sometimes, I manage a few comments here and there, shake my head, and leave my own pages to languish in the backwater of  "old news."

I feel like there are things I could say; feel like I SHOULD say something -- and still there are no words.  It is odd really.  All through the months when we struggled and raged and fought and despaired, I could find a way to get to this place, now and then, and say what was.  Now things are better.  We are getting better.  We'll never be the same.  I know that.  We will be something new and unimagined, but we will be.  That is almost miraculous.

Some of the dilemma is that there is nothing big to report here on a daily basis.  Like the spring blossoms bursting out all around us here, the minute to minute, day to day changes are small, incremental, and not all that interesting.  It is the aggregate that is so amazing, and that aggregate doesn't make for very good daily blog fodder.  You would find yourself treated to posts that proclaimed:

"We snuggled today!"  " We laughed together."  "We had a conversation without a single recrimination."  "We sat and held hands."  "I got spanked."  "He got spanked."  "Both of us liked it."  That sort of stuff is magical for us, but I am imagining it is likely to generate yawns "out there."

So there we are, friends.  Our lives are, at present, quietly happy -- and getting better day by day.  We're not sure what to think about that, and we are nervous that it may not last.  Things here are good.  No excitement, and that is maybe the most "good" thing of all.

swan