I never know what to say about myself in these things, but for once I do want to say something about the person behind the keyboard. I’ll start small and see where my fingers lead…

I’m 37, though more often than not I forget that. My sense of age is all over the place. Some days I feel like a 6 year old, some days like a 90 year old. Most days I don’t notice my age at all.

After 15 years, I’m recently divorced; it was my choice, not that that makes it any easier. I am most definitely not looking, nor would I know what I was looking for. This time around I think it might be a good idea if I get to know myself before I try that with anyone else. We’ve all got to grow up someday, right?

I bought a little house in a tiny town in the country, in the south, though I’m not originally from the area. Its far too flat here for me, and too dry (though I’ve improved that by moving within walking distance of a lovely little river). I’m not sure if I’m staying, but neither am I sure if I’m going. I’m not sure of much of anything these days, but mostly I’m ok with that.

A large chunk of my heart is owned by Baka, my large, fluffy Bernese Mountain Dog. I wasn’t aware that I was a dog person, till I brought Baka home. I’m sure you’ll hear more about her.

I have Chronic Fatigue Immune Dysfunction Syndrome, as well as Fibromyalgia. While these do not define me (though they tried hard), they sure as hell impact my life. After 8 years, the CFIDS is in a bit of a remission. The Fibro, still kickin’ my ass.

I knit. Mostly because I can’t stand to sit still. My favorite things to knit are toys for my niece and nephew. I bake, I play in the dirt (ok, other people might call it gardening), I’m learning how to live a smaller, simpler life.

I guess that’ll do for a start.