Jennifro

Real Time

It's 11:38 and I'm writing in real time. Having spent the last four hours recapping, fudging, faking dates and furrowing my brow in search of memory, I can say I am finally cutting it close to current. Of course you can never really do justice to a year you failed to record, but I'm giving it a fair enough effort with plans to resurrect my blog from the floor of the virtual wasteland it's been dozing on.

I told Nick I needed a weekend or I'd never get control of it. I made mental reservations to leave town, destination unknown, then I decided to make it easy on myself and send him out of town with his kids. They are sleeping in real time twenty minutes away, and I am here rewriting history. It's eight minutes shy of midnight.. and I'm fat and full on fifteen fake blog posts. Here's to holding up my end of the bargain.