Sometimes people post saying things like "I haven't had time to post about my life because I'm too busy actually living life." And, of course, sometimes that makes me feel like "oh, so if I'm posting a lot it means I have no life?!?!"
Sometimes I feel like I am a better blogger when I'm busy - when my mind is racing and I'm driving all over the city every day. If I have a lot going on, then I probably have a lot to say.
This has been a quiet week for us - all our family members left on Sunday and Monday, Bart took his first CPA exam early in the week and doesn't start classes until the middle of next week, and I've been off of work all week, so we've had quite a lot of free time.
We haven't done anything particularly exciting - no cruises or last-minute trips to Europe. Instead we've mostly watched a lot of episodes of House Season 4, saw "Knowing" at the dollar theater (ugh, terrible movie; also I am a wimp), did some shopping, laid on the couch and read a lot, went out to lunch, and went to the gym. I've applied for jobs in Boston and tried to wrap my mind around the idea that I'm done with school, probably forever.
Sometimes there just is too much and too little to say all at the same time.