It’s a gorgeous day. A day for bike riding, walking, sitting on the patio with a book and a beer.
But today, I had previously committed to spending with my most treasured friend laptop, working on an essay for an internet journal I promised weeks, no, now it’s nearly months ago. I hate that it’s taken me this long to write this essay, essentially a personal narrative on what went on for Fermin to ‘come out of the shadows’ and ‘get legal,’ after we married.
I consider it a privilege to write for this journal, so I feel bad for taking so long to complete this, but feeling guilty doesn’t do anyone any good, and certainly my experience so far has been that the people that manage this journal are exceptionally understanding.
So here I am, looking out the window at the perfect blue sky, watching the cyclists whiz by, trying to write. I have coffee though, and am looking forward to dinner out tonight with the cash I unexpectedly made last night while helping a friend with her budding personal chef business.
Considering how much time I have invested in documenting what has happened during our immigration process on this blog, it’s hard to say why it has taken me so long to formulate good, coherent thoughts about it now that it is all over.
But time to start procrastinating and give it a try.