Energy

To see what a summer of moving and home-buying-or-renting does to my (one's?) writing, let's all count the cliches (but ignore the dull metaphors) in the following text, which I wrote before adding this header paragraph.

As the house hunt winds down, my energy for endless speculation and analysis about potential living spaces dwindles as well. But we can see the light at the end of the tunnel on the homefront/housefront (I hope--this one has been drawn out and very complicated), and I find myself really wanting--needing--to get back to things academic. The heaviest reading I've done in the last few weeks is an Atlantic article on why humanities majors make better managers than business majors. And it feels as if the deepest thought I've thunk is my response to that article: maybe, maybe not, but I'm sure as hell not going to test the theory myself.

Time to get back in the saddle. (Ok, so I added this cliche just for the hell of it.)

Still Here

If anyone's still stopping by, this post is just to say I haven't stopped blogging. Lack of computer access in our interim housing (accidentally packed the power cord for my PC, leaving only my mother-in-law's laptop), combined with the househunt in Bowling Green has kept me away from the keyboard for awhile. I'll try to check in from time to time over the next few weeks, but things will likely stay pretty light till Lee and I get settled.