Though I am not so sure whether it is writers block, or just not having the same levels of angst/anger/depression that I had prior to the introduction of zoloft to my system. Rather Sertralin, not zoloft. You get the idea.
And then there is the aspect of having our laptop baptized.
Either way, it has been a struggle for me to sit here and not just play FarmVille on FaceCrack. I want to tell you stuff. I want to tell you what it was like to watch my youngest daughter get ready for her first Homecoming dance. The twinge I felt knowing that I never got to see my eldest getting ready for hers. Or that I never got to see my sons leaving for theirs.
I want to tell you about the beer that I am making, and the new process that I am using. I want to tell you about the batch that I muffed and bottled too early, and now I don’t know what it is going to taste like.
I want to tell you about the holiday beers that I have planned, and am really excited about brewing for Christmas, and New Years.
But I think that I have some corn that needs harvesting right now.
Namaste.