If I had an explanation for not writing I would have told you about it. I actually started this blog for purely selfish reasons and mostly to help maintain my sanity as I sat in a cubical. But it didn't work and I quit that job. And writing the blog doesn't increase the value of my home nor does it make my transmission run smoother. So what the french, toast?
Lately, I've been doing things like painting the outside of my house and having my transmission replaced (Honda was nice enough to do it for free). I decapitated a bunch of dandilions. I set up a see-saw for the kids. I even went hiking. And it was a good hike because I discovered a small man-made reservoir within half-an-hour of my house where I can teach my son to fly fish. I hiked through snow in the hot sun and my feet are tan with winter skin build-up flaking off my toe knuckles. And skin flaking off toe knuckles can only be described as awe and then some. I also gave my boss a bloody nose the other night by way of my elbow. It's hard to stay inside and blog. Maybe it's time to get a new laptop.
Nerds are going to think I'm lame, because the other day, instead of blogging, I watched Princess Mononoke for the first time and it blew me away.
And I will admit that I've had some funny conversations and zingers that I didn't bother to remember with a mental note of "that needs to go on the blog." I'll try to get into the habit again.