I took off a couple of days from writing. I know it’s not like me. Over the weekend I found myself burnt out. I decided to stop pounding my head against the laptop screen and give it a rest. I’m back. Not reenergized or bursting with ideas, but I managed to curve my fingers over the keys and press buttons for a few minutes.

I returned to my Jewish essay only to run away from it screaming. Parts of it are terrible, and most of it is unfinished. I won’t get back into it today. I’m thinking of posting it in sections. The first one, while terrible, is almost complete. I think I was being too ambitious holding out until I discussed all four (or was it five?) principles that float around my tiny head.

Otherwise life is good. It finally warmed up in Seattle. We’ve been enjoying evening rains and beautiful days. For the record, night rains are the best type of rains. You wake up to a lush (and dry!) morning. The geese have returned to campus, and spring rapidly approaches.

Doolies heads back to Taiwan next week for her concert. I wish I could join her, but I have a business trip the day after her concert that I can’t miss. I’m sure she’ll be wonderful. She’s been busy this past week composing and arranging original songs. I’ve penned some lyrics for her first song. The music is good, but the lyrics . . . some of you have read my poetry. Yeah, it’s that bad.

The wedding website is almost complete. All I have left is coding the guestbook and testing it for different browsers. It should be finished this week or weekend, depending if I can find time away from doodling and writing (and the Doolies time! She claims I don’t spend enough time with her, with all my evening doodling and writing) to get the coding done.

I’m still looking for a name for my Little Guy to start my next coding project. I should have more David time to code when Doolies abandons me for three weeks. How about: “The Ontologist”? Ugh. I think my Little Guy names are getting worse. I might as well call it “The Proctologist.”

And here, dear friends, I come to the end of these short musings. I feel a bit creaky, out of practice. It doesn’t help that I still don’t have much to say and I am allergic to returning to my writing projects. At least I’m not consternating, well, not much.