I haven't felt like blogging lately. Nothing's wrong, and it's not a lack of having stuff to say, but posting has just been really hard. Finding the time to put a coherent post together is impossible and on my list of 100 things I should be doing, blogging falls somewhere around #29,234. Every time I start a draft, I read it over about two-thirds of the way there, and think, "but WHO CARES?" and it stays in draft-land, forever and ever.

I could write about starting my new job last Monday. It's going well so far. It's a LOT to learn, from in-depth stuff like the way the company operates and the science behind the products, to the things that are common to starting any new job, like learning how to operate the coffee maker and remembering everyone's name. I like it. I can't remember the last time I had so much new information to process, but it's all genuinely interesting and inspiring.

I could write about running the Blue Nose 10K yesterday - my first 10K race ever. I finished in 52:42 and am happy with that time. The weather was perfect: sunny but cool. The race was well-organized, the volunteers were awesome and the course wasn't anywhere near as hilly and scary as I'd been told.

I could write about today, which is a holiday and a complete and total write off. I went to the gym this morning and folded some laundry and those were the only non-lazy things I've done all day. It's cold and rainy outside, and while sitting on the couch semi-watching a baseball game I don't care about and looking at the Internet feels like a sinful waste of a holiday Monday, it's not like there's anything else I need or even particularly want to be doing. I rarely have an unabashedly lazy day, mostly because I don't enjoy being lazy.

I could write about The Great Gatsby, which I'm reading and loving. About the doughnuts I made yesterday (Cinnamon. Delightful.) How much I can't wait for summer: the beach, ice cream, tennis, fresh strawberries, bonfires.

I could...but I don't want to.

Back to the ball game.