It occurs to me...

that everyone else diligently peppers their blogs with thoughtful entries--entirely sans pictures--spiced only with the individual's mental goings-on.
And yet, I--I, who dearly love to write down my thoughts continuosly--have not only not posted any such goings on of my mind, but I have completely neglected my personal journal at home, too. Tis strange. Somehow this picture journal (i.e. this blog), or perhaps the immense distraction of house re-finishing, has sucked all desire out me to jot down my thoughts.
Perhaps, though, it has been that my life has felt so incredibly stable lately. (Maybe bordering on stale, but not so much I think). I enjoy my job. I bring none of it home. I enjoy working on the house....Mark and I are co-habitating peacefully and pleasurably.
I guess usually I like to write when something sort of disturbs me...in this case the disturbance is the odd lack of interest in journalling...
I do also like to write when a cool phrase comes over me...but that you'll usually find in the form of a poem.
Well, thus I conclude my Sunday thoughts.