When you just can’t let go

The summer is always crazy for me. Seems like I’m away more than I’m home. Good for my reading time-who can resist grabbing a book when a hammock blowing gently in the breeze on warm sunny day is so damn appealing-but not so good for writing. It’s also not good for blogging. I debated for a while about cutting blogging out altogether, but while some days I struggle to find something interesting to say, I’ve missed this.

And so I’m gonna get my blogging back on track if it kills me. Considering the way my youngest is eyeballing me now (tucked under the blanket as we wait to see if the curious spots creeping up on his little body are infact chicken pox) that getting back on track thing may need to wait until bedtime.