Blocked

The writer of this blog has temporarily reached an impasse.  Sometimes random thoughts and information do enter into the orbital lobe, however, nothing has been coming out.  Not one clever "ism" or witty and snarky thought on the day, week, or month, or rating of an amazing side mullet that she spotted at the Winco.  Things go in, all the time.  They are just not being processed in the usual way.   Perhaps it is because these days she is finding herself blissfully unaware of a lot of things in general - life has slowed down, just a smidge.  Although, there is time, there really isn't when you are caring for a little human who is so vulnerable, so in need of your utmost attention, yet so precious.  All rolled into this chubby little diapered package.  She does find time to do the things she enjoys, but mostly these things succumb to the overwhelming need for a damn nap.  That should be one word.  Damnap. Or, more accurately, the baby waking up, which he did four times while I was trying to write this damnblogpost.  It's nearly 11pm.

I need some of this, for my brain. For now, you have no idea how accomplished I feel that I was able to get the baby back to sleep, and write something.  Anything.  Accomplishment!