Just a Mess

I returned from back to back trips to LA and San Diego, and needless to say, I am beat. But the temperatures are rising, lots is happening, and I'm trying to narrow it down to determine when I can see my baby next. Honestly, though, it's frustrating because being the American woman that I am, I'm trying to read between the lines in his Spanish-written emails, but maybe there are no lines to read between. When I was with him, he told me straight out what he was thinking, feeling, wanting and that's it, there are no games, no ifs ands or buts, it's this is what I want and what I want is you, me. I try to keep that in mind. But in the meantime, my little studio is a mess with work paperstuff, bags that need to be unpacked and sorted, laundry that needs to be done because everything is sprawled on the floor, and I'm still feeling nauseous even though natural happenings this past week lead me to believe that I have nothing to worry about. Don't know, life is a wonder, and I am smack in it. I'll just sit back in my iJoy, beer in hand and I'll try not to let the mess around me bug me.