This Is This

Something happens when I’m away from music and phones and TV and computers.

First, I get a bit grumpy and quiet, but after about a day and a half, it’s OK. It’s like the ripples on a pond settling.

I am terrible for getting sidetracked. Ah, television – the sweet, creamy filling between the biscuits of life.

Or time. Or something.

It’s not like holidays remind me what’s important – I know what’s important – holidays remind me what isn’t important.

Sorry about the lack of posts lately. I’ve been busy and pensive. Thoughfully so. And not altogether happy, but better lately. I need to address that. I mean seriously and fast. On holiday I had an imaginary monologue to my kids where I said to them: “Sorry I’m not happier when you’re around. It’s not because of you.”

And if I know that, you’d think I’d feel happier. But how much joy would that revelatory statement bring anyone?

It’s probably the extended winter we’re having. Or not quite winter. The spring of our moodiness.

For the record though, I’m all right, and that’s not why I haven’t been posting much. I’m busy and still waiting for my electronical laptop computer, which I’m told should arrive on Friday.

Job’s going well, though. Today I met the person whose name is on the label, or as close as I can get to that analogy without actually painting myself as a sweatshop factory worker.

Anyway, on Saturday, I get him:

Warning: widdle cutesy wuvvy puppy blog alert.

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