Excuses, excuses.

I'd like to take a quick moment to apologize for just how boring this blog has become. Two-thirds of my brain seems to be entirely consumed with wedding planning, real-estate transactions, cohabitation, and home decor. That leaves some left over for work, which needs to nudge its way into at least part of a second third because boy-oh-boy do I have work to do these days. Part of the preoccupied portion is handed over at night to tormented dreams about the state of the Union after November 2 if John Kerry does not win the presidency. But not a whole lot is left for clever phrase-turning, razor-sharp observation, or even random musing.

On the other hand, I anticipate that living with a BOY for the first time in years (living with anyone for the first time in years, actually) will open all sorts of new opportunities for bloggity merriment. And after Friday, the Love Shack will be outfitted with wireless 'net access, dramatically expanding my available blogging time. So bear with me during this temporary zombie stage - I'll make it up to you as soon as I snap out of it.