It seems like the longer I take to post on my blog, the harder it gets to post. While one might think there would be much more to write about, I am finding the opposite. An event that I find hysterical, amusing or interesting at the moment of inception, loses it's appeal over time.
My life is filled with short bursts of humor in between the more mundane routine of a suburban life. These "bursts" are like produce in the garden of my mind. If not served fresh, these memories start to rot and are thrown away.
I also find that as my absences from Blogger grow longer, my powers of observation start to dull a bit.
As I worry about giving up this blog, I am lured back by the Siren's call of my online journal, beckoning me back to pick up where I have left off.
And so here I am!