Dawn Is Me

I keep coming in here to update my blog and I sit here and sit here and, after awhile, I face the fact that I simply have nothing to say.

Hey, anybody out there have a car they don’t need?

Some days, I feel older than others.

Take a look at what I just found in my archives, from almost exactly six years ago (October 2004).

And ya know, Ricky hasn’t really changed very much since then.

Which means, among other things, that talking to him is still quite entertaining:

I love having conversations with my children.

Ricky: “Mama, I’m not going to ask you if I can have lunch or a snack, because it’s 4:15 and I know that’s too late.”

Me: “Okay, good.”

Ricky: (pause) “So, can I?”

Me: “Can you what?”

Ricky: “Have lunch or a snack?” (pause) “What’s so funny?”

Some days, you really just want to be brain dead. This is turning out to be one of those days.

I’ve lost track of the number of things I need to be doing right now but I suspect that it’s enough stuff to keep at least half a dozen clones busy.

A lot of them involve writing.

I have a paper due on Monday. It’s about Ancient Egyptian pyramids. Um … yeah.

I also need to trot over the The Journal Blog and explain to my readers why I appear to have abandoned them.

Oh, yeah, and to let them know that I’m not dead or anything like that.

I also have any number of stories I could be writing and any number of pieces of electronic correspondence to which I could be responding.

Instead, I’m having an internal debate on the relative merits of The Sims versus Diablo, Lord of Destruction.

Sometimes, I’ll admit that I display no evidence whatsoever of intellect — overpowering or otherwise.