In case you’re wondering, I have managed to finish my work things. Yay for me. But time for blogging I have not had.
Let’s be frank. All of us. We should all be frank. Frank won’t mind. He’s a generous guy. While we’re all being frank, I’ll say this. I probably have time to blog. But if I blog, I won’t be reading. And I want to read. I would rather blog than work, but that’s not the greatest idea, not if I want work to continue to pay me, so I can’t blog while I’m at work. Most days, I’ve been working a little later than I would prefer, so when I get home, I want to eat dinner and watch TV, and then I want to read and go to bed. Somewhere in there, I talk to John (because, you know, I still like him).
I’m not crazy about this trend, but blogging has not been my priority. Also, I don’t like using “blog” as a verb, so I’m going to stop doing that.
I want to want to write more. I have notes and drafts and pictures and things. They will all become posts. Soon. Really. Because I like you. And I like it here.