It was time for a change. Long due, actually. There is no great significance to the rock wall (unless you are the type to analyze these things, and then I would love to hear your theory...) but I took the picture of the little sad boulder that serves as my portrait (looks JUST like me!) on a hike through the Hollywood Hills last June during my third Clomid cycle. We were with our dear friends, J.J. and Corbin who had experienced a miscarriage a few months before. Today, we got the call that their little boy, Oliver, was born (I love that name!) Not sure what my point is, but it all seems significant. Oh, and of course all the expected mixed feelings, yada, yada, soooo happy for them, soooo F***ing jealous I surprise myself. Yawn! Heard it all before!!
And one more thing-- on the blogroll, I cleaned up the old links that don't work anymore or no longer update and added some new ones I've discovered. Check them out!
