Though I know any good Canadian froths at the mouth for Summer months, I can't help but feel the opposite. And while we have barely had the weather to actually qualify for "summer", I still feel like the past few weeks have slipped away somehow. I haven't had a chance to write for pleasure, poppets, in oh so long. I feel as if I 've dropped the ball here.
And the worst part? I haven't gotten anything else accomplished either. I had wanted to outfit the balcony this summer… well, here we are in August and all I've added to the balcony are empty beer bottles. I haven't been reading a lot either, nursing my one book since the beginning of July. I haven't watched that many movies (it's been a lacklustre season) or played that many board games or even cooked that many meals. My Warcraft playing has dropped off and I'm still working my way through Buffy/Angel. What the heck?
In the dreary grey wintry days, I find myself insipired and motivated. I get projects done and attend classes and socialise well. I don't understand how the long warm days find me at a loss. I don't even have anything to blog about. I am stuck. Blocked. Dazed. I'm longing for September, with it crisp autumn air tinged with the smell of back-to-school supplies - that never fails to get me going.
In the meantime, I apologise profusely for being such a bore.
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