Name dropping.

Lately, every morning I’ve been sitting here thinking I should write something on the blog. It’s a Catch 22. The longer I go without writing, the more there is to update but the more monumental task it seems to be to try and relate it all.

I’d like to be as dilligent as Jill and write pretty much every day. I’ll not even mention her dedication to the bike – astounding. And Matt, with posts like this – damn man, I can’t compete. I know it’s not a competition, but still. Damn. And Melinda too. Her stuff is awesome. So great, strange – humorous and at times gut-wrenching – all in the same sentence. Just amazing. And then there’s people that actually write for a living.

So here I sit. Trying to think of something funny, moving, and literarily genius to say about sleep deprivation, dirty diapers, colic and lack of exercise.

I got nothin’.

Course the fact that it just took 15 minutes for my WordPress Admin to load and another 15 to publish my post via my dial-up connection may have something to do with my attitude towards posting.

Serenity now. Serenity now.

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