the flux has sped up

I love to nest in my comfort zone but it's getting a lot less easy to do. Mostly because the nest rearranges at a lot quicker pace than I can sometimes handle. And I'm not even sure if this is true and I'm not even sure why I'm even writing about it tonight.But I have to, because I had this thought in mind for this blog and suddenly it went poof.  Of course things change...I mean could you imagine an existence where everything just fucking stands still. This is going nowhere. The bride and daughters just came in and we are all discussing the drama they just experienced elsewhere. A change within a change that I was thinking I would talk about tonight. And there is so much kitchen drama going on in here right now that I can't even think straight. Ha. I love it though, because in this crazy reality of our household there's about three different stories going on simultaneously There's the story from the gathering of the afternoon at Aunt Fanny's apartment to clean out her stuff, the story of Kellie being pissed at her 4th of July week end schedule at the pizza place she works at, the story of a brother in law being bitchy because he's constipated and a few other stories too....especially the dogs we harbor getting overly excited about all the dramatic dialog going on in between me shouting shut up goddamit over their whining. And so, this has been going on since cavemen days. It's all about fucking and the consequences of that thoughtless animal act. And for a moment it got quiet. It worried me a bit. It was a tad longer than a lull. I looked up. Two must have had to go pee. I collect my thoughts again wondering what it was I cared to say tonight. It's thundering, Nothing anymore....and yet....there's always more....or less or maybe even hope.