Feeling a teeny bit disjointed today. This is possibly more of an explanation or a reason for the odd first person post by mouse on the companion blog, Mostly mouse. Daddy was watching something on television last night, about the September 11 attacks. Without saying a word mouse left the room, seeking a bit of refuge.
He came into the room asking, well rather demanding why mouse left and she, as is often the case couldn't find the words to describe why.
Why was this subject so very difficult for mouse.
So, she began to journal those complex thoughts -- to understand a little more about herself and the why. There arent any real answers found there, just a lot of personal reflections. Maybe an assortment of recollections as well.
The thing is, we keep waiting for things to get back to normal, to feel normal again. Twelve years have passed and some, perhaps most are still waiting to feel normal. To not have the world feel so different.
Maybe this is the period of adjustment, the time between the once familiar normal and the new normal of today?
That is oddly related to mouse's slavery to Master. To Daddy.