On the Road

When I first started blogging, I tried to write a post every three or four days. Eventually that shrank to every two days, and now I don't like it if a day goes by without a post. It's not that I feel I owe my readers anything--I know you all will survive just fine without my ponderings!--but blogging has become a great outlet for me, a haven from the craziness of daily life. I think a big part of my enjoyment of it is the sense of order and completion it gives me: I write a post. It makes sense (I hope). I post it. It's done. Life, on the other hand, is often messy and illogical, full of unfinished tasks and beyond my control.

This is all to say that I have been too busy to blog (about anything meaningful, anyway) yesterday and today, and I DON'T LIKE IT! On the other hand, my silence is for a very good reason. Today we'll be driving to King's Island in Mason, Ohio, so Trevor can compete in a chess tournament. This has become an annual trip for us, and I have to say I am looking forward to a mid-November break. I have packed up all the books and magazines I haven't been able to read since returning from Grenada and am hoping to get caught up just a bit.

Oh, and I might just have a little time for blogging, too.