Inspiration did not strike over the weekend, as you can tell. Plus, I think I might love that “chapter” of my story more than any of the others. It just makes me happy.
In fact, I was not inspired to do much of anything this weekend. I hit these sober patches sometimes… and by sober, I do not mean alcohol-free.. I remain in an alcohol free state around the clock, with the exception of some spiked egg nog back in 99 or so, and some vodka I drank to try to stop labor back in 05… another story.
By sober, I just mean kinda quiet and reflective periods… maybe a little sad, without a clear sad-making reason. I can think “I am happy. I like my life today. I like pretty much everything.” and still feel a little sad. So, I didn’t do anything. I mean, besides make meals and hold little people and read books and set FAILED mousetraps and clean up a little… nothing terribly productive.
The thing is, when I feel like this, I really have to get a grip on it or I will just sink a little and have weeks of blah. So I need to force myself to move. I think I should go work out, and plan some kinda little-people outings, and such.
Don’t worry about this… it’s not anything terribly heavy. Just blah.
In other news, we are embarking on our first Family Tour next week. The MOG and I and the wee ones will be traveling, he preaching and we hanging out for about a week and a half. Should be exciting, and quite worthy blog-fodder. Stay tuned!