This

This is what's going on: 

1) Work. 
I got a job! A full-time one that pays in dollars and money-like objects! A job allows me to do buy things like food and shoes. And teeny raptor clothes.

2) Amazingness. 
The Raptor.  This teeny little thing grew into a chunky, lovable, delicious, hysterical baby who sleeps (mostly) and smiles (all the time). 

3) Fitness. 
The GOOD: I learned how to swim! So I can do things like laps and lengths and freestyle and kick turns! And yes I knew how to "swim" before but my "swimming" was better identified as "not drowning." Now I can get all the water up my nose by doing a flip at the end of a length, missing the wall completely, flailing like a new baby seal and then come up gasping for air. Hot right? That's totally swimming.
The BAD: I don't go enough. Or ever. 

Please hold...

I have been starting and dropping posts for weeks now. I get this GREAT idea and then when I sit down to write it goes something like this: 

IDEA...passive verb...hanging preposition...incomplete thought...incoherent thought...DELETE DELETE DELETE 

*pause* 

Flashing Judgmental cursor 

Please continue to hold as I try to write a thoughtfully complete post based on ideas I get whilst drifting off to sleep. 

*My phone autocorrected a misspell of "drifting" to "deodorant." 
I think it's trying to tell me something.