I was all excited because I thought my blogging was back on track, but clearly I was wrong. One of the good/bad things about being totally on Blogger now: I can easily see how many posts I've written in a month. Last month: 12. This month? Less than 12. Damn. Of course, all of that is a pale shadow compared to April 2003, when I posted 67 times. 67! What the hell did I have to say? Probably nothing, much like today.
I wanted to write more about my trip to Boston, and how good it was to see my friends, and hang out with my family, and really, why was it so freaking hot in early May? But I didn't. And I didn't post my pictures (not that I took that many). And I didn't write reviews of books I've read. And I didn't talk about the difficult decision on whether or not to independently purchase dental insurance. You see what I'm keeping you from, people? Intense boredom. You're welcome.