Wednesday, September 28, 2005
Here and not here, back but not back.
I’m on Jay’s computer, for just long enough to look around the blogs a bit and write this. Sadie’s napping so I’m indulging in a bit of online speedreading. Makes a nice break from trying to find places to put all of our various belongings.
Nothing much new here, really, from where I sit. The pregnancy is going swimmingly so far, with baby pronounced “fabulous,” my bp so normal that she took it twice because she didn’t believe it, and a weight gain so far of nothing. My energy level is back up a bit just in time to put the new place together, and with my computer still without a home it’s been really easy to stay offline even with the DSL back.
And you know what? It’ll probably stay that way.
I’ll set the computer back up, sure. But I have no intention of going back to blogging more than very occasionally, if at all, once that happens.
I discovered something really wild and strange in this period of disconnection: I like my offline life. Better than my online life. And I have a sneaking suspicion that my sudden and glorious blood pressure control owes more than a little to playing with Sadie instead of reading yet another bloggy argument based on [insert insane premise of your choice]. An hour of browsing, I’ve found, makes me pissy and mean all day. It reminds me, actually, of the way I felt when I’d worked retail too long.
Blogging has been very, very good to me. I just don’t want to do it anymore. So I’m not going to.
If I change my mind, you’ll be the first to know.