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Best of Intentions

The best of intentions, right? That's what I get to plead. I've been slammed by a continually lengthening day of work, and therefore a continually shortening amount of time to get everything else done. At the risk of sounding like I am making excuses, I feel like every time I get into a routine or schedule is about the time that everything changes again. This is hardly conducive to blog-writing.

I've missed this outlet dearly. I cannot begin to count how many times I have started to write another blog entry in my head on the way to work, at lunch, or on the way home, only to lose steam by the time I actually step in the front door and head for a computer to sit down and type. In theory, this is sacred space. This is the space where I spit out everything I am thinking or feeling in hopes of making sense of what is going on around me - either in the rest of the world or in mine.

In terms of updating, this blog is going to be no better than the last in terms of the real update on how I'm doing. I am about to fall asleep on the keyboard here, and the last thing I want to get all over the keys of my brand new computer is my slobber. Yes, I did say new computer. Yes, I bought one. That fact is one of those things I plan to update you on. Soon. As soon as I can find the time when I'm not falling asleep at the computer.

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