It’s not that I haven’t wanted to write, but rather that I’ve had very little to write about. You see, I spent my weekend being as completely laid back as possible. I did a lot of reading, putting a huge dent in that massive Arthur C. Clarke short story uber-collection I picked up at Powell’s a while back in the process. I played some Diablo II, because I still like that game and enjoy trying out new character builds. I listened to music. I lounged around in my jammies. When I did get out of the house, it was to either hang out with my kids (seeing fireworks, for instance) or with Lil’. Otherwise, I was an utter non-member of society.

And it was nice. I feel much more at ease now than I have in a while… not that anything majorly bad was going on, mind you. I just felt a bit too harried. Now, not so much.

Now, of course, I have to actually force myself to write about all the things I’ve thought of that need writing about…