How long has it been? Ten days? Too long. Bad blogger-wanna-be, bad!
The days roll by so fast. Every day I open my eyes and wonder how it can be another morning already. I peek tentatively at the squwaky baby standing in his crib, watching for a glimpse of me, the center of the Universe As He Knows It. I know better than to move or otherwise draw attention to myself. To do so would elicit excited screams from that baby over there, and my ears just aren't ready for screaming yet today.
I should be so happy-- the sun shines every day (though I admit to praying daily for rain for the sake of my already parched garden), and there are no mosquitos nor sticky heat yet to torment us. But I feel like I can't quite enjoy it. I must not sit still. If I do, I'm sure the universe will unwind or something equally terrible. Besides, if I sit still, someone screams at me.
It seems that I am just consumed with fatigue and frustration and endless monotony. That doesn't end. Ever. The same fights, the same work, the same struggles, the same screams.
It would be nice to use my blog to work through the bilge-water swirling around in my head, but for some reason, I just can't. I guess I just don't want to take the time to write about it, and besides, it'd just be the same.
But! Sometimes I take photos. Photos require little cognitive effort (though my pokey computer and dragging internet connection do add to the frustration level). My blog may suffer from this (seemingly endless) dry spell, but it needn't dry up all together. I can pour the occasional bucket of runoff rainwater here, just like I do for the withering seedlings in my poor garden.
So, all that to say that I hereby resolve to at least post some photos from time to time. Summer will be busy, that's just the way of it. But perhaps I can take a little time to water my blog with the runoff of life.
And if you don't hear from me, be sure to check my camera. Perhaps I snapped some photos of the laundry pile as it engulfed and consumed me.