Drivel

I've found myself neglecting to blog lately because it seems like all I'd be doing is complaining - not that life is all that bad, or that I'm in all that dark of a mood - I just fear I'd turn a bit negative.

The funny story about the sound of my daughter closing dresser drawers in her room, at 6:00am on Father's Day because she had a blowout dirty diaper that she was trying her best to take care of herself - will just have to wait.

The story about aimless meetings and projects left unfulfilled at work - will have to wait too.

The story about how I learned that the goldfish had died - will also have to wait.

Oh, I'm sure I'll get to them - after I've forgotten how boring it must be for you to be subjected to such drivel.

And my opinions and angst over things like more beheadings in the middle east, more misinformation over the 9/11 commission findings, less political backbone, and less moral strength - will all have to wait, but not because they're not worthy of my time or effort.