Still alive

Although this is one of those times where I'm already thinking about getting under the covers in my very comfortable bed, reading a few pages of the latest murder mystery I've immersed myself in, and succumbing to the laziness induced by, well, just feeling lazy on a Sunday, as well as the ice cream sandwich I just ate - I thought I'd get on the old computer and just write a post to make sure you all knew that I'm still alive and very dedicated to my blog, although I've been so busy lately I haven't had the time to write a decent post. Not that this is decent, mind you. I mean, I've got a few stories. Stuff to write about. J is set to defend his thesis this week, for one thing. After years of hard work, he'll get his PhD. And we're moving in less than a month. You know...stuff! For the moment, this less than decent post will have to suffice, but I promise I'll get to everything else soon.

The problem with J.K. Rowling and her incredible imagination

I don't think I'm going to be able to write any blog posts or, I am ashamed to admit, do any work, until I finish the new Harry Potter book. I didn't want it to be this way. I wanted to be better than this. Cooler. Less prone to reading frenzies involving books that I once refused to read because I "do not read children's books." Luckily, as I've become oblivious to all other duties since starting "Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows," I'll be done, and back to normal, soon. Back to working on kind of important things, like what I'm going to be doing for work in a month, and where we're going to live when we move. You know, stuff like that. But I've decided that since I'm just going to be distracted and unable to concentrate on any activity except reading until I finish, well, then I might as well just forge ahead. Right? Yeah, that's what I thought. I might as well read another chapter. Or twelve.