Trying not to feel too guilty about this month’s continuing violations of the blogger’s prime directive: Thou Shalt Blog Daily!
Guilty, your honor, with an excuse.
It’s not like there haven’t been extraordinary events to write about, in the big world out there, and in the not quite silent interior world each of us populate, eternally alone.
Faithful reader will have noted the personal elements that seem to have cost us our creative rhythm.
Complicated, lately, by the recent edition of MUDGElet No. 3’s 50-inch HD plasma television (if the empty nest had to be invaded, at least there’s an extra dividend!), just in time for the football season and the exciting (for Chicagoans, surprisingly exciting) baseball late and post-season.
Football, especially, on the elderly 13-inch conventional TV that sits on a file cabinet in our home office, pales in comparison. And the only laptop in my possession (two, actually, in my custody) belongs to my employer, and it wouldn’t occur to me to blog on those machines. Inappropriate.
So, it’s a tough call, choosing between blogging and high-definition spectator sport, especially in these personally emotionally draining times, and especially on this Sunday evening when the often frustrating home team Bears are giving the Eagles a fight.
Yes, I’m bemused when not scared silly over the financial meltdown that unrestricted greed and years of cynical neocon regulatory neglect have inflicted on the U.S.’s defenseless citizenry.
Yes, we watched every minute of Friday’s debate, and I’m less than humble to reveal that I pronounced it a draw before hearing or reading that informed evaluation from the pundits. Of course McCain looked strong on foreign policy experience; but Obama more than held his own, and seemed calm and presidential. Tie goes to the challenger.
So, thanks for continuing to stop by. We’re healing, I promise.
It’s it for now, thanks.