Every year, right about this time, I seem to encounter a blog fog.
Just a hazy period where good ideas are hard to come by, and the ones that do appear seem to be lost behind a wall of fluffy gauze.
They’re out there, but I just can’t seem to get to them…nor do I feel particularly motivated to try.
Not sure why this happens. I guess my mind—you know, the one with a mind of its own—just wants a rest from all this absurdity I force upon it, day in and day out.
Oh sure, I could tell you all about my recent discovery…the one about how my butt shelf is shrinking.