I don’t want to blog today. But I have committed myself to blogging every day, and so blog I shall. Even though it feels most of the time like throwing words out into the aether.
I don’t want to blog because I am vaguely sore from impending Weather (though the pain has actually let up a bit now, which indicates that the barometric pressure has risen a bit), I still have a lingering head cold, and I’ve just finished a writing session and I feel like I have no more words.
There’s a lot of stuff I want to blog about, and I will. I want to talk about my experiences with postnatal depression, with parenting, with writing. Sometimes it feels like I’m the All Chronic Illness All the Time channel, and yanno, that can get pretty damn boring.
So I have written, and I have run errands (including seeing the aftermath of someone driving their car into the side of the shopping centre – no one hurt, thankfully, decent amount of property damage and a driver in serious shock). And soon I will go and read and meander about the net a bit, refilling the well. Later, weather providing, there will be a walk.
The husband and I watched the first episode of Continuum last night. Which has potential, but was a bit eh at this stage. I’m happy to give it a few episodes. It makes me a bit sad that so much speculative television series end up being mediocre, and I think I always have high hopes. We’ll see, though. I’m interested, but not really hooked as of yet.