You know what’s like a hundred times more awesome than writing a post? Um…Not writing a post. =) I can’t seem to convince myself to write anything anymore. Perhaps it’s simply that nothing good is happening and in reality I’m sure that’s most of it, but I’d be remiss in not admitting that at least some of it comes from the sheer and unbridled joy of just not doing it. Reclaiming all the time I usually spend beating my head against the keyboard and demanding that The Husband do something funny NOW is a high that could only be duplicated with illicit drug use or, at least, massive head trauma. Every evening I am just beside myself as I ponder the many and varied possibilities a night without posting offers. I can cook, clean, knit, read, even play with the cats. Not to mention, the possibility of furthering my advanced studies in procrastination by doing absolutely nothing at all. This, of course, does mesh particularly well with the wants or needs of the blog, but somehow that’s less than the most convincing argument for me right now, so I think I might just continue blowing it off in favor of pursuing my hedonistic and selfish ways with wild abandon. I will, however, go back to providing you with your baby of Zen, because really, I’m not all bad!