Everyday I feel like writing about the interesting things I heard and did.
I also feel like whining about the cold. And showing my photos of the mountains of snow we got here.
But every night the feeling is different. I just want to snuggle into my cosy little nest. Play with the kids. Do homework. Read a book.
I have made some resolutions of sorts. Really just to live my life more healthfully. I'm eating better. This means a shit load more time suck. The planning and execution of 3 square meals a day times five people takes some serious logistical and tactical maneuvering. Then there is the exercise bit. Then there is the keeping my brain active part. Then there is the tending to the relationships parts. Keep the home fires burning and all that stuff. So what goes by the wayside? Blogville.
I think about you guys. I wanna share my stuff with you. But at the end of the day, time has tick tocked right out. I'm also trying to get more sleeps. On account on the evilness that ensues when I get too little.
So there you have it. An explanation of my errant ways.