This will be a rare posting. Rare in the sense that it likely won't happen again for a long, long time and not rare as in raw and uncooked. (Half-baked, perhaps).
I woke up about a week ago and realized that I didn't really feel like blogging anymore. I didn't like the grumbling and crapping on my boss (whether it's deserved or not). Truth be told - I started to worry that I was leaving a bit of a trail. I even went so far as to start to clean out and delete some entries.
I looked at it like weeding out my garden.
The problem is that I just don't have a hell of lot to say right now. So I was contemplating taking a break (don't worry - it's me, not you).
The freaky thing is that the next day at work. BAM! My link to the blog - any blog - is blocked. Completely and utterly cut of. I personally think it's completely unrealistic to expect to work the entire time I'm there, but I suppose that's why I'm not a big-wig.
I don't think that I can muster up much energy to do this from home. After waiting for the dial-up to kick-in, I'm usually ready for bed.
So, in true Celestine Prophecy style, I'm going to see it for what it is. A sign that I was meant to bid adieu for the now.