Airing out the house.

Hey friends.

I’ve been radio silent on here for a few months, other than a couple of quick posts. I doubt anyone’s still reading, but hopefully some of you are signed up for email notifications so that you’ll see this.

Bottom line up front: all told, I’m doing well, but want to be doing better. There’s nothing awful or tragic going on in my life–don’t worry about that. It’s just a long, grinding season where I’m really having to lean in on other areas to just try to keep up with my responsibilities, but I don’t feel like I’m doing any of it particularly well. There’s always a list of things I should be doing right now instead of what I’m actually doing, so I never feel right about sitting down to write a book review or a post about current events–as if I don’t really have the time or mental capacity to commit to it. Yet I’ll scroll Twitter or watch silly online videos for an hour. That’s part of the problem, too.

Nevertheless, I wanted to post SOMETHING just to get back into the swing. To open up the windows and blow the stink off, as my grandfather used to say. It’s too stuffy in here. I need to air out the house.

I won’t insult you with promises of future content. I have a few things I’d like to talk about, and some books to review, but these days, I don’t feel like my writing is worth much of anything, so I don’t want to inflict something lousy upon your feed or inbox. If I have something halfway decent to say, and I feel like I can say it well, I’ll send it over.

Consider this a “coming up for air,” a small flutter of activity in the old house, windows opening, floors being swept, rugs being shaken out. An act of faith that there may yet one day be more to come.

Goodnight, God bless, see ya later.