Barbaric. Mystical. Bored.
Gold stars and special bonus points awarded to those of you who know the literary allusion from the title of this post without Google.1
But anyway.
I’ve been completely lost for blog post topics. There have been a few ideas flitting around my head, but nothing that takes on actual substance. I’m chalking it all up to my Reverse Seasonal Affective Disorder. I’m looking at the months of June, July, and August as being similar to a prison sentence; there’s a part of me that wants to “x” out each day on the calendar with a black Sharpie. I’m about ready to dig out Apsley Cherry-Garrard’s The Worst Journey in the World, crank the air conditioning, and camp out on our sofa until the leaves start to turn and I feel like a normal human being. A relatively normal human being, that is.
You’re going to have to bear with me until I have the energy to think and compose coherent sentences. You may have to put up with a few memes and a LOLCat or two in the interim.
I’ll be back. Before September. I hope.
* * * * *- No stars or points at all if you do use Google and if you do Google it, as I did just now, the correct answer doesn’t appear until eight or nine items down the list. [↩]
