Stutter

So you drop a post at the beginning of vacation because you can’t put one more thing on your to-do list.

And before you know it, you’re dropping them all over the place.

And I, for one, don’t like it. I will try, try, try to post at least five days a week. It’s especially difficult because (and this is almost literally true) I cannot get to my computer at home. Okay, so I can barely get to my computer at home. The clutter has become so daunting, I don’t even like to walk into my office on the way to do laundry in my basement. Which presents a whole ‘nother set of problems, obviously.

I can report this: Someone just asked how my weekend was. And I said, “Very busy, of course. But I got to have a lot of fun with my kids.” And that is the truth. I really enjoyed spending time with my kids — at Janowski’s Farm Days, and an outdoor pool at Seven Springs — and got some stuff done, too. Primarily folding laundry.

I will get around to posting pictures to prove how much fun we had this weekend. Right after I dig that tunnel to my computer.

And after what has occurred in the Blog-o-sphere today, what’s it matter when I manage to post? PittGirl (or at least her archived site) returns (although there is that teaser); and Looky Daddy hangs up his hat. (LD, I’ll miss you. I laughed so hard reading your adventures, I cried. I couldn’t breathe. I embarrassed myself at work. And those are good things.)