I subscribe to many [too many] blogs and I’m constantly amazed that people find the time to write — seriously, how do you gals do it?! I have a number of things working against me here. There’s the gorgeous scenery when I look out from the office window:
Between staring off into space at that mountain in the distance or our little patch of spring bulbs, nothing is getting done. Next thing I know, I’m wandering outside, pulling weeds and dead-heading daffodils and chasing after Claire whose practically upside down trying to fish more tadpoles out of the pond. Another blog post, auto-saved and forever archived because I’ve lost my train of thought.
Then there is my love affair with long run on sentences and 900,000 word blog posts. I’m wordy in person too. And don’t get me started with yapping on the phone, my favorite pastime since I was 14. And Facetime! Right smack there on the computer’s task bar — very bad for productivity Apple, very bad indeed.
And then there is this kid who worms her way into the office with her too-short bangs and cuddly bear and says, “Mommy I’ve made a whole picnic, come eat.” And then this post too must end as duty calls and pretend picnics are way more fun. But at least I’ll post this entry.