For some reason, for the last week or so, I've not been excited about thinking of blogging topics. I'm sure that over the course of its existence, I've run into writer's block many times. I just figure that I can always spare a few minutes to type out something. The effect may be hit or miss but it's a million times better than nothing. (Or so, he thinks.)
Maybe I can say why I feel so spoiled. My life is very easy and really always has been. I can obsess about little things but they really are ... little. For example, we have yet to make the appointment for replacing our carpet. A guy came over yesterday to do precise measurements, but Home Depot hasn't gotten back to us with a price quote yet. I am starting to wonder how hard it will be to pull up the old carpet. I thought I'd save a buck by doing that myself. Moreover, I'm worried that there won't be enough place to stash the furniture when the installation guys come. These are, in fact, little details of existence. I guess I'm glad I've nothing more substantial to fret over. Take a deep breath ...
