I think I was happier when I was writing a lot around the time of my trip to Russia in summer 2009. So I’m going to see whether I can set up a routine of blogging even though I’m a retired grandmother mostly sitting home playing with my computer, petting my cat, and half paying attention to something or other on TV. (A guaranteed prescription for developing the attention span of a weary gnat.) Though what do I know about the attention span of gnats, maybe they are masters of concentration. If so, I apologize to the species. No insult intended.
And if these blog entries are going to be this vapid, I’m not sure it’s worth it. But we’ll see.
