I've been experiencing a profound lack of blog-worthy thoughts lately (have you noticed?), and not much motivation to sit down.
Coincidentally, it occurred to me this morning that this has been going on for roughly as long as we have been on [/fingerquotes] summer vacation [/fingerquotes].
In other words, I don't have so much that I have to do. I have free time.
Consequently, I'm wandering around the house wondering if I feel like unloading the dishwasher again* while the kids ride bikes or play video games or dig in the sandbox, and just as consequently, I don't feel like blogging much.
I have no doubt that the minute school starts and I suddenly have a zillion things I'd better get done, I will think of things that I really must blog right now.
Clearly I am inspired by the need to avoid doing USEFUL work.
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*Yes, I would really love to sink into a good book. There are many around here I could choose from, including quite a few that are new to me. Unfortunately, I live under two conditions that make that impossible right now:
- I suffer from a disorder that causes the rest of the world to disappear when I am reading anything even remotely interesting that is printed on paper. Children could be bleeding and screaming "Help!" and I would be, like, "Whuh? Leave me alone." Scratch that, I wouldn't even be, like, "Whuh." I would not hear them. When I was in college I referred to this as a "skill" rather than as a "disorder" but now that I have children I have reclassified it.
- I have an eighteen-month-old.
I'm seriously not kidding about #1, and because the aforementioned toddler of #2 is running around learning how to pick locks and scale walls and inhale uncut grapes, I cannot settle down and read a real book unless he's sleeping or somebody else is in charge.
And now you see the results of this: My footnote is longer than the blog post containing it. Maybe I would have had a lucrative career in academia after all.
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