Free to Be Desultory, Ambivalent, and Kind of Half-Assed

I am always a little dissatisfied with this blog, because it always feels like it is neither spontaneous enough to be spontaneous nor considered enough to be good.  But I am sitting here on a beautiful holiday morning thinking:  blogs get to be desultory, that is their essence or that is one possible essence; they are free form ledgers that reveal purposes rather than serve purposes; they are notes to ones' friends and ones' self. 

That is all. I am back to reading Team of Rivals on the couch in our sunny living room and maybe giving Al a longer than usual walk and maybe watching Wimbledon or "some men in identical clothing running around" as E describes sports. I have felt overcommitted and twitching with deadlines pretty much since February.  On my vacation, I had a full week of billable hours. 

Comments

[Carolyn]

Desultory on, dude!