Cheers and Jeers

Yeah: I'm creeping towards my pre-preg weight. And at the rate I'm losing, I'll be back to something close to running a 5K again, and my"normal weight" BMI by my goal: Bruiser's first birthday.

Boo: Our AC? Dead. Deader than dead. For nearly two months. Replacing it will cost an arm and a leg, but we're doing it. But until I-Day comes, when they finally install the sucker in early August, I live in a hot, sticky, gym-sock-like atmosphere. Round the clock.

Yeah: Bruiser is finally into sleeping without Mom's constant presence.

Boo: Hubby is working 60-hour weeks. That makes working from home even more challenging. Sigh.

Yet soon, cool air will be pouring out the vents, my man will finally get some time off, and Bruiser (fingers crossed! wood knocked!) will begin the transition to his very own crib. And hopefully, I will be able to gather more thoughts when my brains aren't being slowly poached in a midwestern summer reduction.

Shit.

WTF? I've been totally sucked into the baby vortex, where once loquacious writers fall silent in stupified stupidity.

Hence the lack of blogging.

We're all doing fine. Bruiser is big and has gotten mobile horizontally and vertically. So typing my thoughts has fallen by the wayside.