Wednesday, October 20, 2004
I wish I could say that my lengthy silence was due to a vacation. That I was too busy fishing and picking up shells with the girls to bother writing.
Yes, I have been fishing, if a mop handle can be considered a fishing pole.
Truth is, I've just been too busy trying to keep myself from sinking in a sea of work and chores and family, and petty mishaps, and more family, and the chronic back pain of course.
I have managed to steal a moment here and there to have lunch with the princess, and to work in the yard as the leaves spiral down around me in the cool, damp breeze.
I have also managed to list a few things on eBay.
I would say that I'll be better, that I will rush to the laptop at the end of each long day, but we know that would be a lie.
I'm not ready to take a "leave of absence" though. Even if the regularity of my blogging is less predictable than poor, tired wife's cycle, I, burned out overachiever, suburban alchemist, will render a few golden minutes from lead and write.
I promise.
Yes, I have been fishing, if a mop handle can be considered a fishing pole.
Truth is, I've just been too busy trying to keep myself from sinking in a sea of work and chores and family, and petty mishaps, and more family, and the chronic back pain of course.
I have managed to steal a moment here and there to have lunch with the princess, and to work in the yard as the leaves spiral down around me in the cool, damp breeze.
I have also managed to list a few things on eBay.
I would say that I'll be better, that I will rush to the laptop at the end of each long day, but we know that would be a lie.
I'm not ready to take a "leave of absence" though. Even if the regularity of my blogging is less predictable than poor, tired wife's cycle, I, burned out overachiever, suburban alchemist, will render a few golden minutes from lead and write.
I promise.
