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Nothing of any great moment has been going on with me. That, when combined with end-of-summer ennui1, has led to the dearth of blog posts.
Not that I’m complaining. I enjoy a drama-free life; it just doesn’t generate much writing material.
I should be honest. It’s not “end-of-summer ennui.” It’s My-God-When-Will-This-End-Can-I-Come-Out-of-My-Cave-Now depression. I’m slogging through the last 100 yards of a mile-long race. Assuming I’m addressing a “normal” person — by which I mean “average” — it’s akin to how you feel in February. Spring is coming. Hope is around the corner. It’s almost, almost, almost here. Just Not Yet. Oh, and here’s another 12 inches of snow. Enjoy.

I’ll dig out from under soon, don’t fret. I have to write about knitting. I have to write about Harry Potter. Just right at this moment I need My Cave and a carton of Butterfinger ice cream.
Oh, and yarn.
* * * * *- Thank you, God, much appreciated. Can you do something about the humidity now? [↩]






September 7th, 2007 at 10:33 pm
Mmm… ice cream!
That kitty is so cute (in a heart-rending fashion)…