Seduction

It is so seductive, this blogging. I haven't posted anything in a week and a half, but not because I have nothing to say. Quite the contrary! Right now I want nothing more than to swathe myself in fleece- for some reason I always get cold when I write- and spend half the night drinking tea and eating sourdough toast with brie, listening to the wind outside and wondering when the power will go out again, earnestly working on something that quite possibly no one might ever read. Instead, of course, I will make tomorrow's lunches, fold some laundry, and get to bed early so I can get to the gym before work. As it is, I keep getting up between sentences to see if the broccoli's done, let the dogs out, let the dogs in, the interminable busyness. At least if I have this page up when I walk by, I'm more likely to be putting a sentence together than eBaying after something. So, if you think blogging is useless- or not, because if you did, you probably wouldn't have chance to encounter this- it's saving me money and helping to at least slow the process of the barn filling up with old motorcycle parts.