It’s not that I have nothing to share.
I have plenty! Recipes, soaps, pictures, trips, what-nots…
It’s just that I can’t seem to find the time to put things together. Every time I sit down and get ready to talk about the latest, someone somewhere needs me. And when things finally die down, I forget what I wanted to share.
It’s a sign, a blinking led if you will.
I’m getting old.
I’m getting tired.
I’m in need of a vacation.