Here Ella licks part of the blender after making cookies with Jer.  Completely unrelated to the post because that's how I do things these days.

Perhaps it's the inevitable free fall from the holiday high or just winter settling into my brain, but I have gotten out of the habit of writing.  Too often this month the couch and horrible television have beckoned and my will to write falls into the cushions like loose change.  To be fair, we've had our share of late nights at work (Sarah), travel for business (Jerry) and a recent round of illnesses (mainly Viv).  The driveway has had to be shoveled and noses needed to be wiped.  But I'm itching to write about something, anything with substance.  So I'll wait for it to come.   Until then, I'm surrendering myself to the boring list of mental credits that play in my mind whenever I have a quiet moment: Library fines, upcoming dentist appointments, parent teacher conferences and worries about whether or not my kids were sent to school with proper outerwear.  It is amazing how much mental real estate can be absorbed with such minutia.  Hoping to clear up some space soon.  Keeping my eyes and ears open for inspiration.