I won’t even try and explain why I write so sporadically here. I have recently (couple months ago?) joined Facebook, so that’s part of it – I have another outlet for some of the trivia that I usually just put here. But that’s not all.

I’ve not made a secret, over the years, that winter time is hard for me. I have no answers, I suppose part of it is seasonal affective disorder. Well, that’s as likely as anything else. I’m just blah.

I’m purposely not posting all the depressing economic news I’ve been seeing, trying to help my mood. It’s nothing that you can’t find a thousand other places. While two or three years ago (Katrina time) there were very select places that were predicting Very Bad Things on the economic horizon, now pretty much everyone can see it.

To sum up how I feel about it: It’s going to get worse before it gets better. That’s a crappy thing to say now that over 4 million people lost their jobs last year in just our country, but that’s how I see it. The world is at the point where globalization means we share the pain as well as the gain.

In other news (crappy segway), things are tough at home with the kids. Everyone is on edge, and they have been the whole school year. My oldest is in a new school and this is where they suddenly have a schedule and classes all over instead of a homeroom and doing everything with the same 20 kids all day, so it’s a transition and hell, transitions aren’t easy.

Things are sorta tough at home with my wife; not in a throwing china and sleeping on the couch way, but in a ‘we’re both so fucking busy we hardly have a moment for each other except when we’re exhausted and then we’re never on the same page’ sorta way. We’ll get past this (hell we had better) but it’s adding to the blahness.

My grand exercising plan has fizzled, the exercise ball still mocking me, the new running shoes still have the tag from the outlet store holding them together, the new running shirt my honey (honey) got me for Christmas still folded in the gift bag. Blah blah.

I’d love a vacation, a vacation just with my wife, that just ain’t gonna happen, no time soon. Maybe next summer? I can hang on another five months, right? Maybe the hurricane season won’t be so bad and we’ll still have jobs and we can run to the beach for a while.

Thanks for letting me gripe, internets. And just to keep this from being too morose, here’s something for you: