Again I stop by my own blog only to be ashamed at the dearth of posts - banal, mundane, earth-shattering or otherwise. And then I troupe over to regular blogs and see that not only are there consistent, almost daily entries, but looooooong ones. Most of which have good redeeming content. And then I think to my self.... where do these people get the time to blog?? I barely have time to get to work, do the chores, feed the zoo, drink the wine, and fall headlong into the watery environs of my boudoir. Much less flog the old neurons into creating something snappy and outlandish (the ultimate goal of any good post, I say.)*
So here I sit in front of this marvelously huge flatscreen with the blank text-box staring me down and winning.
*As I write this, Clyde has just anointed my ear with the merest bead of pinot noir. One wonders what exactly THOSE neurons are contemplating at any given time.
