The last couple of weeks I've been at a low ebb, energy-wise.
I'm uncertain exactly which internal process compels me to stuff this blog with the magpie detritus of my internet roamings and gild the unshapely result with work anecdotes and personal musings, but judging by this recent drought it requires some small surplus of energy for fuel.
We passed around the illness baton for a week or so, and now Fuss is going through some rough developmental transition that has cut out one of his two daily naps and turned him surly around bed time, which has crept down from 7pm to 5:30-6pm. Plus he's started waking up stupidly early again after lulling me into complacency with several weeks of steady 7:30-8am rising.
As the rest of life's ever-marching parade of seamless minutia waits for no one, some apparently non-essential programs were cut to close the energy gap. Like reading and blogging. But as with the Governator closing all the state parks, such a seemingly practical response creates a gaping spiritual void.
So, here I am, updating sans anything compelling to update about. A Seinfeldian update, an update about itself.
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