... although this one certainly seems to be fading away.
I'm finding as I get older, and social media gets more convenient/overwhelming, that I'm better suited to a personal diary than a public blog. Too many opinions that would either get me in trouble or be ignored, and either way, really, what is the point? Too many mundane events that are important to me, but not really the stuff of great blogging.
I started blogging with the intent of it being a sort of archive for days to come; when I'm old and senile, when the Young Prince is curious about some TV show he liked when he was 3 that nobody else remembers, etc. But he's got a memory now, and if he wants to blog, far out, he's welcome to it. I post more photos and snark on Facebook than here. I don't suppose my Facebook feed will hold all that for posterity, but it's probably just as well if it doesn't.
And yet, I'm probably still going to show up here every so often -- whether out of habit or duty, I am sure I don't know. Maybe it's optimism that someday I'll be retired and free to spout off whatever politically incorrect ideas pop into my head and spark rousing debates among the two readers I might pick up along the way.
For now... work is still work. The latest book is still being researched/written/dabbled with. The kid is at space camp. He seemed pretty happy with the description of it, he was chatting amiably with his bunkmate when we left. Then he called us at 1 a.m. telling us he missed us. Bless his heart. I was a lttle surprised. Not that he's homesick, which I think is totally normal (especially given that he's been around us almost nonstop since January), or even that he was So Heartsick about it (especially given that it was 1 a.m. and he was probably exhausted). What surprised me was that they let him call us at all. I'm glad they did; I think we talked him down quickly and set him back on track. But it surprised me nonetheless. We didn't get any followup calls, so I am assuming all is well now. I guess we will find out on Friday.
So far we have had fish for dinner twice in our childless state. Tonight we are going to a ballgame. I feel like I'm getting a lot done, although I'm not sure that's true. Still, I'm hoping I'll appreciate piano practice and math drills more when he gets back, since I caught myself missing it. I'll let y'all know howit goes when I next post -- probably in three months.