In a trough.

The road of life travels over rolling terrain. There are peaks from which you can see long distances, plan where you're going, and get an idea of how everything fits together. And then there are troughs where all you can see is your local surroundings and all that matters is whether your shoelaces are tied. The last few days I feel I've slid down into a trough, and as a result I've found it very difficult to write about bloggy subjects. I'd like to write about Paul or Ralph or Belinda, but they're really not in my field of view right now. I haven't been reading the paper very carefully and have been very negligent in reading some fine blogs. Things have been very locally focused.

I went to a nice wedding the other night, but everything else has centered around keeping my kids from screaming too much and trying to keep on top of things around the house. Max and Talia have colds and are teething at the same time. As you can imagine, they're not very much fun to be around right now. Max is now crying after a lengthy thirty minute nap so I'll quit whining right here and go get him. The only way out of a trough is to start climbing. Normal blogging will resume shortly.