It feels like I've been swirling a blog post around in my head forever but like anything swirling it hits an orbit far enough away that I forget about it. Then when the feeling swoops back close enough to my consciousness I start to wonder what I should write about. There's no shortage of historical events -- I have feelings and thoughts on things in the news, especially lately -- but I could write past things, my recent move, working entirely remotely, my trials and tribulations which may too private to share.
How about the Daylight Saving Time? What a pain! But I was kind of laid up with some kind of weird abdominal bug.
And I'm out of things to write.
