The Discombobulated Mother Of A Wee Bonny Lass

Last week was tough for me on several levels and it left me just a little discombobulated. And out of sorts. And down in the dumps. And stressed. And tired. And even a wee bit cranky.

I even went so far as to break a new world record for myself and wrote only one post in five days. Since I am the Original Overly Frequently Posting Post-er (722 posts in the past two years), that was quite a long stretch of such minimal posting.

And then I said to myself, “Oh, woe is me. No one cares if I post or not. I’m really not sure that I’m cut out for this blogging gig. Maybe I’ll just throw in the towel.”

Every time I sat down to write, the General Malaise-Imbued Discombobulatory Distress would hit me in full force and my psyche would turn to Jell-O. My brain would cease emitting coherent thoughts. My mind would become paralyzed by the paucity of anything witty or even remotely interesting to say.

And then I convinced myself that no one cared if I blogged or not, and that it was all a big ol’ stinkin’ waste of everyone’s time to even come here and I had nothing important to contribute to the blogging world in general or to people’s lives in particular and therefore I should just trudge off and hide in a cave somewhere and eat Chocolate Bavarian Cream Filled Krispy Kreme doughnuts (and also malted milk balls) until the end of time. (And yes, that was a run on sentence. In case you were wondering.)

However. After the twenty-third doughnut, it occurred to me that cave-hiding and doughnut ingesting were not all they were cracked up to be.

So I have emerged from the cave to write another day.

And whether anything coherent or interesting or even quasi-amazing ever emerges again onto this page, I’m just a little bit hooked on this place. And on all of you--my dear and loyal readers.

And so that is my Monday morning missive. I’m not sure that I have the emotional/mental wherewithal to write anything longer at this point, but I did want to get a little something posted so that my World Record of Non Posting did not get added to by yet another day.

And Since A Picture in a Post . . .

. . . always makes the reading journey a bit more pleasant, here are a couple shots I took of my sweet Sarah (who I must say was very patient and compassionate with me during my down time) on St. Patrick’s Day.

She is such a lovely wee bonny lass, beautiful on the inside and out.