It’s not you, it’s me.
I needed a bit of a break from all things non-Twitter-related (a girl can’t be expected to go completely cold turkey, now can she?). And I know, I know, you all think all I do is vacation. Rrrright.
But that’s neither here nor there. Post-work trip to the Arctic, I decided to hang around Norway a bit and have been having the loveliest time with my Norwegian friend Ellen. More on her sublime generosity and our chance meeting another day soon.
There’s been nature, beauty and, most importantly, soul-cleansing rejuvenation. My mind, which has recently been muddled by a doctor-prescribed cocktail of Xanax, Cymbalta and Ambien (ahhh, the truth revealed!), thanks me. And you for sticking around while I neglect this space by posting little more than some hastily-edited together video and photo content in the past month or so. I think I’m ready to return for good soon. Besides, I’ll be home for seven! whole! weeks!—only leaving San Francisco to attend a wedding in SoCal—which for me, might as well be a millennium. And I couldn’t be more excited for this little deviation from the norm, if, for nothing else, to remind my fiance I still love and need him around!
Not that you missed me anyway, what with all the BlogHer and TBEX madness (and apparently something about a baby, an errant elbow and swag-hags…?) floating around the blogosphere.
Still. See you soon.
Until then, here are some alternate reading sources that delighted me on today’s seven-hour nettlesome drive at 40mph through countless Norwegian villages en route from Geirangerfjorden to Oslo. (Obviously, I wasn’t the one doing the driving, just the blog reading via Crackberry.) Enjoy.
-Andi retroactively recaps our covert trip to Cuba two years ago, starting here and here and here (and more to come, daily! it was quite the trip). I fully intended to but never quite got around to writing anything about that journey, save one brief Photo Friday to Havana: perhaps because I only launched this space four days after our return—or more accurately, I was still terrified the 70 Cohibas we smuggled back over the border would be detected. (The IRS can’t nail you two years after the fact…can they? CAN THEY?)
-My darling Moose has landed a much-deserved new job. Head over and join the congratulatory cyber-party!
-Jemima’s baaaaack. With the news that she got knocked up (which I may have spilled last Friday, oops). Still, while I (confession) often get bored of reading about pregnancies on the Web (except for Regan, who cracks me up with posts like this), I have to admit I found Jemima’s laments entertaining.
-My cute-as-a-button, one-year-old niece McKayla is officially a threat to society. Or her parents at least. No one else may find this interesting except our family, but hey, a dose of adorable regardless.