I know it's been a long time since I wrote something for real. It's not that I don't have anything to say. I have a lot to say, but either I'm saying it over on my caringbridge site, or I'm too tired to get it down here.
I could write about our recent quick jaunt to Breckenridge, or about the crazy hot weather and insane fires in Colorado, including one that has had our house smokey for weeks, even though it's miles away. (And what it's like to have a kid with asthma with this terrible air quality)
I could write about how my illness and treatment have affected our homeschooling and parenting.
I could reflect on similarities and differences between this and the serious health issues my own mother dealt with when I was a child (and continues to deal with today).
I could write about my opinions on ObamaCare, and health care in general, especially in light of my ongoing experience in the medical system.
I could write about how pain undermines your ability to stay sane or get anything done.
I could write about how having our foster care kittens has been a blessing, even if it is a bit messy.
I could rough out an idea I have for a poster I want that demonstrates the relationships between Fibonacci numbers, Pythagoras triangle, and Lucas numbers. (Which also reminds me of a vocal exercise my choir did... a bit random, I know)
Oooh... I could post pictures of our foster kitties. Now that would almost be worth the effort.
My goodness. There's so much to write about, but instead I'm going to bed.