It's like Instagram is my new blog or something. See, here's the thing- back at the old house (forgive my ridiculous use of punctuation marks that may or may not belong, por favor?) we had a long stretch of countertop between the kitchen and the dining room upon which The Big Computer sat and as I walked back and forth passed it twelve thousand times a day, I could work on a blog post in little spurts and have something to share with you on a fairly regular basis.
The kitchen here has no such glorious facilitator of my blogging habit. No. It is the worst usable kitchen ever. See, if it weren't usable, that would almost be better because then we'd HAVE TO fix it up prontisimo. But it's usable enough so we're using and I'm not blogging because I have no where to put my computer so I can use it standing up.
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Anyway, I just don't know. Advent might be a good time for a blogging break. I mean, I've kind of already started taking one, haven't I?
It just feels like...
It feels like life is too big right now for words on a page. That there is too much to say. Too much. It won't fit. And I need to do. There's just so much noise online right now it seems. Do things this way! No, do things the opposite way! This is better than that but that is better than this. Say these 8 things to your children every day but don't ever say these 11 things. Be sure to prepare for Christmas like this, but definitely not like that. But wait! Don't forget these other seventeen items!
It's too much. Y'all don't need me adding to all that mess.
So, we take a little breather? Not a break. (We were on a BREAK!) But just- psychologically ease the pressure of thinking I ought. Yes.
Instagram fun. Elf Twitter party on the 19th. That seems like just the right amount.
And maybe I'll change my mind tomorrow. The suspense, the suspense!