*shrug* (weary)

I had intended to address the matter of my blog-neglect with some bit of unfunniness. Perhaps a Top Ten List of Things Even More Neglected Than This Blog. I could say "O.J.'s search for the real killer" and "the Vice President's hunter safety certification," and it would be cute and mock-serious. Then it occurred to me that I could also say, more earnestly, "my writing life" and "my reading life" and "my movie-watching life." Then the joke isn't even unfunny any more.

Just too busy, or too scattered, or too whatever. I do take it, though, as a real sign of wellness when I'm making time for these things that are good for me-- like deliberate expression-- and a sign of the lack thereof when my habits slacken. This is all just to say that if you still point your browser in this direction and have not yet unbookmarked this, I'm appreciative and intend to restart better habits in updating.

In other news, I'm advanced of age. Thirty-five as of Monday. I celebrated by attending a meeting until ten-thirty. I figure that this birthday, all things considered, still beat the year I turned fourteen and stepped on a sewing needle in my bare feet while getting ready for school. There wasn't even any pleasure in missing school when the time was spent in the ER having them dig the half that was lodged in my foot out.

Of course this birthday was better; Ali threw me a great party on the 19th and I enjoyed the company of family and friends.