If you are kind enough to be checking this barely breathing blog, thank you. It's not that I don't love you. I just can't think of anything to write about. I think I remember going through this exact same thing a year ago.
I did go to the Cowboy Poetry gathering, and the wranglers were... fine, I guess. My favorite neo-folk cowpoke singer was a little preoccupied, I thought. I didn't feel his usual connection to the audience. I thought I was going to have a nice chat with, but ended up listening to a rambling monologue by a SUPREMELY egotistic other singer, and that was just such a big disappointment.
My family has been making an effort to spend Sundays together, and we've been having fun at local state parks when the weather was good, and book stores and museums when it isn't.
Work is relentless, still satisfying but crazily draining.
I am trying to lose weight.
4 comments:
I still look forward to your posts-- and miss you1
I love reading what you write.
I am here also, keep writing.
I hope you are succeeding better than I on the weight loss situation.
I have missed you. I've missed checking in and the connection provided by the Internet. I believe I've got you beat in the limited-posting arena. It does seem like a typical February, waiting for the days to lengthen and the daffodils to open their yellow heads.
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