It's not that I don't have anything to say. It's that I don't have anything interesting to say.
Actually, it's not that, either. I rarely have anything truly interesting to say, and yet I manage to convince myself it's worth the time and energy to post one or another story here. Right now, I'm unconvinced. I'm just not in the mood to natter on and on about stuff that's complicated and difficult to parse and which, in the end, may still not be interesting to anyone but me. Which probably makes me sound like I'm depressed and all woe-is-me-ish, but I'm not. I'm fine. I'm a little annoyed at some people at my synagogue, a little unhappy about some work stuff, a little worried about N's schooling, a little unsure about whether the way I've been handling Em lately is overly tough...or, possibly though not likely, overly lax. Oh, and my feet hurt. But on any given day I'm always a little annoyed and unhappy and worried and unsure, so that's nothing new. (My feet don't always hurt, however. But really. If I'm so hard up for conversation that I have to resort to wondering online whether I have bone spurs or bunions, I might as well hang it up.) I'm also currently enjoying a spate of warm weather and feeling that extra spring in my step (yes, even in my aching step), and having fun playing basketball with N and reading with Em and watching Snug chase various toys around the backyard. And I'm also having fun with people at my synagogue other than the ones I'm annoyed at, and there are some fun work-related things going on, and I'm sure I'll have something nice to say about Baroy as soon as college basketball season is over and I'm not spending most of my time wanting him dead because he has both the TV and the XM radio on full blast listening to games while streaming yet another one on his computer so that the noise makes me want to climb out onto the roof and jump, just so I won't have to listen to it any more. Except, by the time that's over, we'll be in the heat of the presidential campaign, and it'll be 24/7 news around here, which is even worse, because at least the basketball games eventually end. Not so much the talking heads deconstructing every word uttered by anyone in the race. That never ends. God, I want to cry just thinking about it.
What was I saying? Oh, yeah. I'm fine. Aside from the foot thing, and the basketball/politics thing, I'm totally fine. Really. I just don't have anything to say that's worth your time to read...or mine to write. As soon as I do, I'll be back.