Life has gotten in the way for the past week or so.
At first, blogging was the place I went to — I even started catching up on reviews. This because I couldn’t concentrate enough to sit down with a book.
As it stands, boiled down and condensed (it’s all very complicated, and I don’t really like talking about it, either), our life as we know it will come to a screeching halt in a month or so. It’s not that we didn’t know about this ahead of time; we did, and we’d acted, decided. But then those plans fell through. A number of times, we got to a point where we thought we had things mostly figured out. And then those hinge pins gave way.
And this is happening during a busy month — this weekend’s Easter, next weekend’s the read-a-thon — which makes the stress levels higher and the available time to figure this whole thing out effectively shorter.
I’m not reading as much, nor blogging as much. My attention span right now is that of a much more hyper person. It’s not very comfortable.
Don’t know, really, what the point of this post is. I felt the need to let this out, though.