...not the conduit.

I am the mule, not the conduit. I am the mule, not the conduit. I am the mule, not the conduit.

It's been easy to avoid writing this morning. Installing a new cable box and rearranging the wiring behind two televisions has kept me occupied, but now I find myself with open time, and no idea what to write.

So, televisions settled, dishes washed, tea had, now what?

The chocolate chip and oatmeal raisin cookies I baked, and froze last week are calling to me from the freezer, and I am successfully - at least for now - able to resist their siren song. There is nothing inherently wrong with home made baked goods, they are in my opinion the only kind to eat, but, I have been over-indulging lately, and I am still trying to loose some numbers by the end of the month. We'll see.

Tonight starts a seven day marathon at the gym. Maybe marathon isn't the best term for it, given that a Marathon is a specific type of activity, but you get the picture. How did that word get associated with watching endless hours of television? I probably don't want to think too much about that...However you want to say it, I WILL be working out every day of this Spring Break, even if there isn't much Spring to be had. I am actually excited about this, which is in its own way bizarre, or at least a little weird.

By the way, there is something deeply satisfying that the word "weird" doesn't follow the "i before e" rule. Can you tell I'm stalling?

Yesterday, I began writing about my upcoming birthday, and the fact that I was struggling to get my second career off the ground. A paragraph or two in, the whole thing descended down a rabbit whole that took most of the afternoon and evening to crawl out of. So, I don't think I'll be going there again anytime soon.

Who am I kidding, I live there. I just don't want my uncertainty and self-doubt made public (more public?) right now.


Wait. Am I a mule or a bear? Oh who knows...