tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3222454336060895563.post7933809287251353587..comments2020-04-02T03:55:01.667-07:00Comments on A Fox Nest: This is Most Decidedly a RantAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03864644130589471669noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3222454336060895563.post-3865091700267269092009-11-26T00:05:28.616-08:002009-11-26T00:05:28.616-08:00[In the spirit of your post, I had to delete an ea...[In the spirit of your post, I had to delete an earlier comment with a spelling error.:)]<br /><br />I always thought of you as the sort of person that writing books always seemed to be talking about, the kind that wrote all the time because they couldn't not do it. Typewriters are intimidating, probably because the end product is so immediate and permanent. Your writing's always good, so I wouldn't worry about that.<br /><br />Oh. And you're going to love having that baby. As you know. I think what those annoying parents are saying (hope I'm not one of them, though I easily could be, I'm afraid), and rather badly, is that everything goes by SO FAST. And time before pregnancy, and time before having a first child, it seems as if the simple joys of those times are very long in returning, and so they feel particularly precious. I wish them back, sometimes, but on a very temporary basis. Two hours? More than that, and I'd rather be back in the joys of this time, and I don't care who has pooped in the bathtub. It's probably the one who usually smells like milk and honey (or is that popsicles?), and hugs me for no reason at all.R Mattahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11503143009792300743noreply@blogger.com