I’m a bad, bad blogger.
I just don’t post regularly enough.
And as usual, there is no actual reason for it, other than real life gets in the way of virtual life.
Here, have an e-card that pretty much sums up my life:
Yes, I may be an amazing multi-tasker, but somehow I just can’t manage to fit in the occasional blog post.
What can I say? I’ll just try harder, I guess …
This blogging thing seems to have gotten away from me. Again. I have suddenly noticed that I haven’t posted in – what – almost two weeks? How did that even happen?
And is anybody still reading?
I could say it’s because nothing blogworthy has happened in my life recently. Except we all know that bloggers can make a post out of nothing and anything. (Case in point: this very post.) So that’s a crock and I can’t say that’s why I haven’t posted in so long.
I could say it’s because I’m so very busy and I don’t have time. Except that if you know me in real life, you would be snorting your red wine out of your nose right now, you would be laughing so hard. I’m actually a rather lazy person, and I deliberately do nothing a lot. I plan on it. I get a little pissy and stressed if I have to, for example, stop in at the library on my way home from work instead of going straight home. I hate having to get up and go someplace on Saturday mornings. I can waste hours choosing a new colour scheme for the browser on my laptop. So there’s no way I’ve been really and truly too busy to blog lately. Absolutely no way.
I haven’t been sick. I haven’t been away. I haven’t had a broken laptop. I haven’t totally lost interest in blogging.
I just haven’t done it for a while.
Sigh. Oh well. I’ll try and make my next post a little more entertaining …
I haven’t felt much like posting lately. I don’t exactly know why, but I’ve been wandering through my life lately without the urge to record any of it for posterity. I’ve been doing things, sure, but nothing has really seemed blogworthy. I feel like I have to apologize to you for my boring life!
I did have a downtown spa date with BFJ this past weekend. We had a lovely hotel room, a lovely pre-dinner bottle of bubbly, a lovely dinner with more lovely drinks, a lovely shopping experience, a lovely sleep, a lovely (and expensive! Wow! Do fancy hotels ever gouge you for the privilege of eating breakfast in their dining rooms!) breakfast the next morning, then a lovely massage and facial (me) and a lovely massage and pedicure (her). We mostly had a lovely visit with the usual amounts of riotous laughter – most rejuvenating!
And we had an unexpected visitor to our 11th floor room:
This guy scared the shit out of us when he swooped in and landed on the windowsill, and then he just sat there for something like fifteen minutes. He cocked his little head from one side to the other, probably trying to see what we were doing in there and wondering when we were going to open the stupid window and feed him. (We didn’t.) Both BJF and I took loads of photos and texted them to everyone we thought might appreciate a photo of a persistent and photogenic seagull on a hotel window ledge.
And that ridiculous seagull made me feel like writing a blog post again.