For the past three weekends, as I'm driving north on I-71 to get home to Dave, I run though a ton of ideas for a blog post. But then I get home and they all fly right out of my head. I can never think of something to write about, and I don't really feel like doing it anyway.
These two days I have with Dave are so precious. Even if we're just sitting on the couch watching TV, I don't want to interrupt that. So time ticks by, Saturday becomes Sunday, and the next thing I know, I'm heading south on I-71. Back to Gahanna. The start of a new week. Lather, rinse, repeat.
Time just slips away.
So here I am, determined to type something, so that I don't feel like I've abandoned the blog.
The new job is great. The transition has been easier than I expected. If it weren't for the crappy winter storms we've been getting, I'd be going out more often after work. I have plans for three of the four nights this week, so that's a start, right?
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