I haven’t written here in the past few weeks because I was waiting until I had something cheerful and/or entertaining to say. Unfortunately that hasn’t happened, but this morning I decided not to continue ignoring the gaping hole that my journal has become.

So, let’s recap: Between coming down sick and the arrival of The Winter Storm Of The Millenium, I’ve done almost nothing. Not even “nothing of note” or “nothing particularly fun,” I mean I’ve done nothing. No dates (other than a couple of  “let’s trudge through the snow for some Arby’s” type of meals out with Kyla, and bless her for helping keep me even remotely sane and upbeat this month), no hanging out with the kids, no holiday get-togethers (other than the one The Roomie hosted at our house), not even going to the office but for a couple of days last week. I’ve barely gone shopping. So many canceled plans litter the month that I don’t even want to think about them or I’ll become truly angry.

Or depressed. Which is what happens when I realize that today would’ve been the last of the Moti-Vent Calendar entries… if I hadn’t thoroughly botched the job of lining up material that I had permission to use. Way to go, me!

And, thanks to Tri-Met still canceling several of the bus routes I depend upon, which is thanks to the snow that isn’t slated to let up until Friday, odds are good that I won’t be going anywhere or doing anything tomorrow, either. My first real sojourn out of the house this week is likely to be… going to work on Friday, while most of our clients have the day off.

Merry blank blanketty blank Christmas to you, too, 2008. Now hurry up and go away so we can see if 2009 will be even the slightest improvement.