In a fit of optimism, I signed up for Holidailies again, and of course now I am staring at my laptop without a thing to say. One would think that after not writing anything for so long, other than a few entries from the last couple of weeks, I would have something exciting to say, wouldn’t you? But for the last few months, life has pretty much been “work work work, emergency trip to the vet with a sick cat, work work, another sick cat, work, work, work, oh look, the cat has an autoimmune disease! Work work work! Oh, and I’m taking a distance education class, and I have a midterm next week! Eep!”

I’m sure I will get an entry or three out of my poor sick cats in December, but I’m too sad about that to start in on it tonight. And what I can say about work is limited, for confidentiality reasons and general common sense reasons. Also, the w key on my laptop keyboard is stuck, so I am trying to minimize the number of words I type with that letter, and I have already said “work” far too many times in this journal entry. (Other things I will not be writing about anytime soon: watermelon, whitewater rafting, and WaWa.) I can’t even say anything amusing and clever about a great book I read recently, because I have been so stressed out that I’ve retreated into the reading preferences of my high school years, primarily working my way through a re-read of classic sci-fi and fantasy, with a few YA novels thrown in for good measure. And it’s not that I’m not enjoying it, but there’s not much to say except that Frank Herbert is more annoying than I remember, and C.S. Lewis slightly less so. But only slightly.

So in the absence of a better way to break the ice / writer’s block / whatever I’ve got going here, there is this stream-of-consciousness hodgepodge thing. Not so terribly exciting — but at least now I’ve gotten through the “Hi! I’m here! I’m alive!” thing. Perhaps tomorrow I will come up with something more exciting. Or maybe I’ll at least remember to go type at my desktop computer instead, so I don’t have to avoid certain letters that my crappy laptop keyboard cannot handle. Who knows? I might feel an urge to write about wizardry or worms or wishing wells.