I think I’m willing to call this a case of quasi-writer’s block. As I sit here watching the sun rise as I did a week ago, I think about how I’ve hardly written in the interim, other than to complain about my lack of email access at work and about how I need sleep. Heh. The email’s fixed, the sleep debt is largely paid off, and … yeah. Admitted, I’ve been busy at work with stuff I won’t be posting about, but it just feels very weird to go from the 85 posts of the Blogathon to … nothing.

I was supposed to go home this weekend—actually, to Memphis on Friday and Jackson yesterday—but neither trip happened. Friday, I was working late; yesterday, I had a migraine when I awoke. It subsided by late afternoon, but that was too late for me to drive up and back. Not happy about that. With the work stuff and the impending church stuff, my weekends are getting very much harder to come by.

Gosh, yes, a meta-post about why I’m not posting. But I have to break the writer’s block somehow.