We're undergoing a bit of construction here at this blog. Looks a little sloppy and redundant in places. Apologies and it will look better soon. What can I say? I wanted to get it all out in one big push, and still have time for socioemotional selectivity theory, but then a 4 legged, long tailed creature appeared in my kitchen and my remodel was quickly abandoned to show this little guy (who scares the poop out of me) who's the real sheriff.
(I'm pretending the real sheriff is me).
Remodel abandoned & I'm behind on my research. What a carefully constructed life I have.
I'll post soon about the mouse Shoes has named Gary. The mouse doesn't deserve a name. Shoes deserves a time out.
well, we're bound to that, in truth. But while there's time I want to write I'm glad to be alive in the same world as you, here where there's, yes, a wisdom in the inward parts, where something mesenteric loosely binds us, where you, as words are bound to tell, have given understanding to my heart.