Seems I’ve pretty much given up blogging.
I could claim it’s for lent, but I’ve given religion up for lent.
In fact though, it has more to do with time than with anything else. Work has become a fuckin’ whore, a new project starting up, a new team in lower-middle-upper-management and a re-org, bringing with it a sea-change in priorities that switches direction as often as a witched-up wind.
We’re short of hands and long on tasks, and the hoped-for new staffing is still a dream, not even a hope.
I’ve tried to work up the energy to be creative, or even communicative; it’s not coming, aside from a burst of inspiration in a blog comment or other. In truth only minor moments of joy are getting me through the day without my head exploding.
Little things, like the ipod jack that came stock in my truck, finally letting me choose my own music and getting me playing several bands I hadn’t listened to in a while.
Little things, like watching firefly with my daughter; she’s old enough to get the sci fi now, and old enough to handle the more adult moments, without understanding jokes like I’ll be in my bunk. Plus, no one else appreciated the fact that I own the exact same bowie knife Jayne carries (including a replica of the sheath) quite as much as Olivia did.
Little things like looking out my east-facing window and seeing winter turning into spring, and knowing that way lies better things and better times.
Little things that make the day better. Shiny, as they say on firefly. Shiny little things.