Back in the Saddle

Dag! That was a long pause in blogging (for me, anyway). I use the middle-school idiom here because I was off visiting my sister, who'd had recently been to a reunion (something I myself have never done and never will do), and well, I suppose it calls to mind the slang of my not-nearly-sufficiently-misspent youth.

Anyway....

She said it was just like having about twenty blind speed-dates in a row. Yuck.

You drift from person you vaguely recognize to person who vaguely recognizes you, and you do painful chit-chat about your jobs and families for five minutes, and then drift on to the next round. I'll say it again: Yuck!

Whoops, got pulled away to IM with Boywich about the terror of writing. There seems to be a lot of that going around lately.

I am addressing my own dealio by having decided to set myself a schedule for meeting grad school deadlines, which is analogous to deciding to decide to try to decide. But you know, I kinda feel better about the whole thing for some reason. Maybe it was watching my sister at work, doing a job she really likes, which gives her what she needs from it, and lets her wangle in all the other things she needs to do, too (like be with her young daughter most days). I dunno. It kind of cheered me up about the whole thing.

Or maybe it was just hanging around her. I really like her. Which is a nice thing to be able to say about someone you love. Does that make sense? Well, it does to me. I had a good time. Pretty sure she did, too. Damn sure my niece did. We had a blast together, laughing over eggwhites. (Yes, you had to be there, but really, it was a private joke between me and my niece, so I'm glad you weren't there.) (How cool is that, having a private joke with a preschooler?)

Gotta go. Bike beckons.