As I get ready for bed my heart is overflowing with both angst and joy.

Angst because there are so many tonight scrambling (or perhaps even unaware) as Hurricane Katrina makes its way towards New Orleans. They are scrambling as I sit in my comfortable bed.

Joy, because of a glorious post from this wonderful lady. I left a scattered, awkward, frantic comment at her site last week: “Bonnie, I’m 37 and can’t decide if I want another child. Help me! How do you do it and not lose yourself? If you have time to give your thoughts e-mail me.” Her response, her post, was simply stunning. Bonnie you are the best! I will respond. In time.

Joy, because I had an amazing weekend doing nothing with my family.

There is so, so much I could write about, but as I said, my heart is full. I don’t want to think. Tonight I will just feel.

There are travel stories There are fear-of-poop stories. There are tantrum stories. There are sublime and not-so-sublime conversation stories. There are knock-knock joke stories. An i-tunes playlist post. A technical question post. There is even a mildly-political post (way down the line). There is a “Is Two Enough?” post. All brewing in this crazy head of mine. I don’t know which will make their way here. We’ll have to wait and see.

Okay, I may be PMSing, but it’s not all hormones. I promise.

There is so much power in the world and I am feeling it.