O Reader, I have no excuse. Here I am at the tail end of a four-day weekend, a weekend full of thoughtfulness and quiet and also joyous celebration (not to mention an Easter-basket-hunt during which Everett received a serious blow to the head and the baskets themselves were discovered in a bathtub), a weekend of violin-playing and scripture meditation and Greek-and-Jewish dancing and fun with my church family, a weekend that included sleep (ah! sleep!) and a new Easter dress for Emma and shirts for the boys– all of which (one would think) would be fodder for Something Here.
A photo, at the very least.
But I have nothing for you. Nothing. No-Thing.
I can’t say why. And it’s not just that I can’t say. It’s that I Don’t Know. I don’t understand the emptiness, the void, the nothing-to-write status of my brain these days.
It makes me sad, but there it is.
For those few of you who have continued checking this site for Something, I thank you. I will try in the Very Near Future not to be so disappointing.
I really will try.
