ok it's been a REALLY long time now. so long that I think I just read through all of the old posts in their entirety.

It's interesting to note just what gets put into a weblog and what doesn't. I mean, there is so much that is so utterly important in life that is completely left out... and so much that is so uttterly trivial but is brought into the spotlight on more than one occasion. Not that there's anything wrong with any of that... just a side-reflection.

It's hard to figure out just where to pick up. It's like when you get together with a really good friend with whom you haven't really spent quality time in a long while (think 4-hour Claim Jumper meal or Parisian train station breakfast/brunch) and the beginning conversation is almost at the level of choppy intermittent small talk punctuated by a "what should I order" here and there... and then that (it's not awkward, but I don't know how to describe it) feeling subsides and the outing develops into one of the best conversations ever experienced in the history of conversations.

Perhaps that's what this is right now. The (insert proper adjective here) small talk.

Well it's past midnight on a Thursday evening. I sit in my darkened (yes, I need to buy lamps, I'm going to do that tomorrow) living room on the way-too-big but oh so comfortable sectional + chaise with JT in lap blogging to, on my right, the snoring sounds creeping out of Ryan's bedroom, and on my left, the ever-permeating blare of the building intercom system. And additionally on this particular evening is the incessant sound of police sirens, punctuated by what has to be a conversation between a cop and a resident (either here or next door) about "the teenagers who threw a chair at me." I put my money on the drive-by boba-ers in the brand new white Mercedes.

Tony's recovering from his cold with a mean knack for Chexx hockey (and a series-winning score that is too unbearable to report). Stacy's gone to bed early with an apology. Brendan's starting a phone conversation with "you dirty, dirty whore." Alex's left for bed and returned when realizing that he cannot for the life of him sleep that early. Leah's questioning whether or not Alex's tv watching in the master bedroom whilst Stacy's trying to sleep is bothersome. Arun's (hopefully) resting up for his grand return home. Avec le chien.

And here I am. Nowhere.

(haha. I'm so NOT Mark, though at times I feel like I am. why is that?)

it's good to be back. in more ways than you can imagine.