sticky

Hmmm, that describes a lot more these days than Jessie's cat. By the way, Jess, if you find my blog and read this soon "viscosa" does mean viscous, but it also means sticky.. Somehow, that makes sense :) ... but I'll probably see you before then and tell you anyway.
This past weekend... that was sticky too. Somehow, we let other relationships get in the way of our own. Too many friends in too many places, or too few in too many places, or too few here. Probably all of it. We spent about 20 more minutes together this New Year's midnight than last New Year's. That equals about 20 minutes :) Parties and sickness and people that "comfort" is not the word to describe how it feels to be with them. And other people who fit that definition quite well, and solitude. Don't ever underestimate solitude. People are important, so never underestimate them, but it is so much easier to forget what solitude can give you if you let it. But it wasn't Saturday but Sunday and Monday that held the effects of la viscosidad.
But we made a Snow Brontosaurus yesterday, and a Baby Snow Brontosaurus. They're cute. Nothing is sticky anymore, except I guess the cat that lives three houses away. Hmmm. Interesting. :)