Nope. Not feelin it.

So I guess maybe I haven't been my posty self recently.

No real reason, just not into it.

It's definitely not that I've become a slave to the advent calendar. That's not it.

It's also not that there is something weird going on with my right lung. It's clicking. I know, right? Pretty sure lungs aren't meant to click. The doctor says it's Walking Pneumonia (what is that?) but I say "I don't think so" because I just finished off my highly rated antibiotics and yep...

still clicking.

It can't be that I've spent way to much time shopping--online and in person. I've become obsessed with making absolutely sure that I am getting the absolutely best price for an item. That takes time, attention, perseverance, and and iron will. And time.

Oh, and I'm pretty sure that it can't be that I have turned my addictive tendencies on to indexing for FamilySearch. I tell you what. That is my kind of addiction. I don't feel guilty because genealogy, I am doing it, my genealogy. Sing with me now!

So blogging has set up camp in the far left corner of the back of my mind. It says "Take a picture of this! You could blog about it!" and "Maybe you should put up a few recipes, then you'll have them anywhere you go!" or "Isn't it about time you did another little bio on the kids? They've changed so much!"

And I just keep getting on the computer to shop, index and research "clicking in right lung".

It's all I got right now.

Maybe tomorrow

Over and out.