I’m back from Yosemite. I actually came back last night because I did my usual “I only have like two days to hang out, I’m going to push myself way outside my comfort zone and then have to leave early because I feel like shit.” (usually it’s a social comfort zone and I end up burned out with nothing to talk about and leave because I feel like I need to be alone, but since it was my heterolifemate and I discovered I really love her people even if I’m shy around them, it was more of a “let’s just ignore our altitude sickness and not get enough rest” thing. Which might be a slightly more legitimate reason to cut out, but jeeze Gin, learn to take care of yourself.)
Looking over the couple days of tumblring I missed, there’s a lot I want to say. But everything I say is terribly prone to misinterpretation, and I try to be respectful of space, so I had better just keep it to myself. But ugh, seriously? Really?
So instead I’ll write about (and try to focus on) how idyllic the past few days have been.