Things have just felt off lately. I can't quiet put my finger on it, but I'm also not that worried about it either. It will work itself out. Usually does.

I notice other bloggers are posting less or questioning going on. Must be something in the water.

I have a mental list of things to do and every day I go through it and decide what, if any of it, I'm going to attempt to accomplish that day. Some of them concern this blog. Time will tell if I actually get around to doing them.

But for now, I leave you with this. On my way home, I called my friend Deek. He was at some dinner and was thankful to receive a call he could use as an excuse to leave. Later, via instant messaging, we had this exchange.

Oh...I should mention he teaches English and Drama.

DEEK: that dinner was a nightmare.
ME: nightmare on elm street?
DEEK: took forever.
DEEK: two little girls
DEEK: four elderly people
DEEK: one paraplegic alcoholic
ME: sounds like Ibsen
DEEK: at least in Ibsen people die