Today is my birthday, and I spent it in about the best way I could have hoped: out with the boys, burgers on the plate, baseball on the flat-screen. Good conversation about Star Wars, pancakes, and what happens when several vehicles collide. A little ice cream, a little Seuss, a little Dahl, and precious little boistrosity (about 20 minutes, far below the median) before they passed out. I was watching the debate, pausing when I couldn't take any more and resuming when my BP had managed to return to normal, when I remembered I wanted to post something tonight.
Posting has been a challenge lately, although I'm not at a loss for topics. I'm feeling a little bipolar about my new neighborhood. I'm working on a Unified Theory of Commuting. TwoBert likes to burst into tears at the slightest thwart. But the intervening thing is life, which has sort of flown off its hinges and bears little resemblance to itself a month ago. I've said "Yes" to a lot of opportunities, including a writing workshop that has me filled with renewed zest for my novel. So during the rare chances I get to write, I write that. And I read other people's thats.
I do get time to read, since it seems I'm always on the way someplace. Lots of quality time with the MTA, and a good book. I've read more books over the last six months than I did in the previous six years, which has me even more fired up about writing, which I have no time to do. Maybe I'll blop for a month, just to see if I can.
The point is, blogging is still fun for me. And it's incredibly frustrating that I can't fill my idle time of riding a subway with the idle pleasure of reading/writing blogs. Seriously, wtf science? We can genetically engineer a seedless watermelon, but underground wireless is beyond the pale? I scoff in your general direction.
Until this "miracle of science" comes about, then, I'll just have to spend those two hours per day with my nose in any of the million or so books I just got finished moving. If they're going to compress my spine into a scoliotic hook, I should at least read them, right?