I haven’t been posting much in the last few weeks because I don’t have anything to say. Well, that’s not true; I have a lot to say, actually. I have lists of topics. I have posts that I started but haven’t finished. So I guess the more accurate way to put it is, there’s been nothing much that I’ve wanted to say.
Life feels like a boring upheaval. Every day is difficult and every day is boring. Every day is stagnant and every day is a challenge. To 
some of you that will make no sense, and to others it’ll be spot on.
It used to be that I left town at least every month or two. Even if I didn’t go far, I went someplace. I got on an airplane at least three times a year. Now, my last flight was a year and a half ago. The last time I left town was in April, and that was only for a couple of days. The last time before that was in 2011. It’s been too long.
Weekdays are slow because friends are at work. Weekends are slow because I don’t feel up to doing anything outdoors on hot days. Nights are slow because I can’t make plans since I never know how I’ll feel from one day to the next.
I have so much to say, but somehow, none of it seems relevant at the moment. I’m sure that will change. At some point you’ll just want to shut me up. But for now I’m keeping somewhat quiet.
Chronic Rants 