Why I haven’t written a blog entry in over a week.

My last blog entry was dated 12/22. It’s now 1/4. Where have I been?

First of all, you need to understand that I do my blogging in the morning, while having breakfast with my bird. I’m normally awake sometime before 4:30 AM and, while Mike continues to sleep and then gets up to do his morning thing, I’m downstairs at the kitchen table with my PowerBook, typing away. Like this morning. Alex the Bird has his breakfast and is eating quietly, dropping scrambled eggs all over the floor by his cage. In a while, Jack the Dog will come by to clean it up. Meanwhile, I just type away.

Trouble is, I don’t always finish before Mike comes down for breakfast. That means I’m still typing away while he’s sitting across the table from me. And he doesn’t like that. He wants my full attention.

He deserves most of my attention. (I don’t think too many people deserve all of it; there’s really not enough to spend on any one person.) So I’ve stopped blogging in the morning. And since I don’t do it then, I don’t do it at all.

I’m not too happy about that. You see, I like writing these blog entries. It gives me a chance to write what’s on my mind and what’s going on in my life. It’s like a diary that just happens to be public. It’s not the public part that I like so much. It’s the discipline of writing on a schedule, of regularly documenting things that are part of me. The benefit: looking back over these pages, I have a record of what’s been going on in my life.

So this morning, I’m at it again. It’s 5:15 AM and Alex the Bird is asking me if I want to go upside-down. (He’s also calling me a goober and asking if I’m a duck.) Mike is upstairs doing his morning thing. Jack the Dog is somewhere, avoiding being turned out in the rain. Life goes on.