Since I started blogging, I've never missed a week; not one. In fact, most weeks I've posted more than once. But here I am, sitting down to write, with nothing to say. Yeah, I can't believe it either. The minutia of life, the craziness of the holidays, the altercations with the public at large... NOTHING!
I met a friend for a quick Starbucks today and came to the realization that if I'm not bitching about something or railing against one thing or another, she and I don't have much of anything to discuss. How sad. I sat there listening to her complain about her last shopping experience and I just couldn't muster my usual enthusiasm to be the company to her misery.
Have I become, dare I say, too happy to partake in daily kvetching. What will become of my finely tuned sarcasm? Will I have to start wearing floral prints in sunny yellow, instead of my urban uniform of black? What will I write about if I'm not yelling?!
Well, this is just unacceptable. I'm clearly exhausted from the "to much to do and not enough time to do it" syndrome. I'm sure that once the holidays are over and I've spent a week with my family and I've come home to a construction zone, I'll be back to posting 3, 4, 9 times a week.
Until then, I'll be humming a happy tune and hoping I don't scare any of the kids at my daughter's school with my crazy lady grinning. Better keep wearing black so I'm somewhat recognizable ;-).