Busy, whatnot. All the action’s been on Twitter.
I toyed with the possibility of posting my Twitters here (I refuse to call them “tweets”), but I’m thinking that’s probably not a good idea. If you really want my Twitters, you’ll sign up for Twitter. And I don’t want to duplicate stuff for folks who read both.
On my last night in North Carolina I hung out with Tiffany and Co. She summed the evening up pretty well. Rosco is seriously The Cute. Hopefully they’ll decide to come on up to Chicago for BlogHer. Do it do it do it do it.
My Day of Airport getting from Raleigh to Detroit (via Minneapolis and Chicago) went as smoothly as could be expected. Last Saturday night’s big birthday bash was a lot of fun and Sunday grilling out with the fam was just as I’d hoped it would be. Finally saw my baby sister’s house (two years later). Not bad for 36 hours.
Other than that. Trying to do work at work so I can play at home. Been hanging with my girl, going to basketball games, getting her ready to move into her new house and generally tremendously enjoying her company. So much fun, that one. Life is good.
So I’ve committed to being more productive at work. Productivity at work = better work/life balance. Cuz I can leave on time. I was hyper-productive for a long stretch, and then we got less busy and I crashed and burned and slacked like a mofo. Don’t have that luxury anymore, but that’s okay. It’s not unmanageable.
As much as I did not miss blogging in my almost-two-week hiatus, the guilt weighs. I know that’s not a good reason to be doing it. It’s not that I don’t want to, exactly. I just have other things I’d rather do more at the moment. Anyway, some modicum of prioritization and efficiency needs to make its way into my blogging life as well.
And the cool thing about my girl is that she totally gets that I have a “blogging life” that needs care and feeding. She will sit next to me with her MacBook and keep me company. If I said that I needed to stay home and blog some evening (not that I would necessarily), she’d be down with that. Good woman.
I’m off to the store for sangria fixins and a container for same. Except that in fucking Draconian Minnesota you can’t get both in one place. Ooh, looks like all I need’s the wine. I even have the appropriate citrus already in the house.
