The Post Just Before the One That Is Just After

This kind of post--the kind in which you're forced to explain . . . ammm . . . where you've been for the last two-or-so weeks--is always the hardest, most awful to write. Especially when . . . amm . . . you haven't been anywhere for the last two weeks; you've just been avoiding, if we're being honest, writing any post at all. And why have you been avoiding writing any post at all? Well, it's sort of complicated, but what it mostly boils down to is that you've been feeling tired and boring, and that you half-think that nobody--and most of all you--could possibly have any interest in reading about the minutia of your life. Which, in a way, is an odd revelation, given how much you enjoy reading other people's blogs. But then, the blogs that you most enjoy reading do seem, after all, to contain more than minutia. More than mundane accounts of why their writers haven't been writing. More than blah-dee-blah-dee-blah-dee-dee-blah. Anyway . . . I'm back!!! And aren't you glad?

Oh, the other thing? It's summer, you know, and I've really been enjoying hanging out with the kids. Every day, whether we've been lazing 'round the house in our pajamas or riding the MARC train down to D.C., has been fun and deliciously summery. Today we're heading to a local beach with some friends, and I'm very much looking forward to it. Because summer, unlike this post, FUCKING RULES.

You know what else is gonna FUCKING RULE? Tomorrow's post. I don't mean to be self-aggrandizing, but seriously, if tomorrow's post doesn't knock your fucking socks off, then there's something horribly the matter with you.

(And no, I haven't written tomorrow's post yet. But I just know that it's gonna FUCKING RULE.)

You know, Blog, I've kind of missed you. Maybe we belong together, after all.