I have found myself missing things tonight. Things like time to myself, writing, Christmases with my big rowdy extended family, my cats Nova, Comet, Celest, and Odysseus, friends, late night excursions to a bar or cafe for the most random conversations that last for hours and leave you feeling like you might understand the universe just a little bit more but now you have so many more questions to pursue… I miss my writers group, the friends I made there (even if they all were at least 20 yrs my seniors). I kind of miss having a life beyond kids and housework. Much as I love my kids, I’m finding myself in need of finding myself again. I have been lost under piles of laundry, dishes, and diapers.