Waiting

As the song (Led Zeppelin?) goes... been a long time, been a long time, been a long lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely time.

Since my last post, I've been out of town 9 days on two different trips. Not an excuse, but a fact. One would think, with all the time I've spent sitting around, that some utterly brilliant blog posts would have sprouted from my keyboard. Although my keyboard may be gross enough to actually sprout something, it hasn't learned to create blog posts on its own... at least not yet. I am switching to a new notebook though, just in case :-)

As I've sat and waited, I've been thinking some, but mostly just being. Maybe its the somewhat perpetual state of tiredness I've found myself in, or just the large quantities of thinking that I've been doing between times of sitting around, but I've been uncharacteristically lumpy, as it were. Just being.

Why is this disturbing to me? Isn't "just being" every once in a while a good thing? I'll get some rest and let you know.