I am not even interesting enough to come up with a title for this post.

How rude am I? I come back from Costa Rica, post a few bits, then promptly abandon the ol' blog again. I'm still waiting for the computer replacement to arrive, which will make blogging somewhat more convenient (Steve's keyboard is garbage, and also sits too high for me to type for long without risking carpal tunnel unpleasantness). Meanwhile, my brain is aswim with random, disconnected, semi-lucid thoughts and I've been at a loss for anything coherent to share with you.

Truth be told, we have become boring. I go to work, struggle with marginal success to make my way through The Record From Hell, perhaps take a lunch break to catch up with a girlfriend, read my book on the homeward commute, and then spend the evening climbing, attending some meeting or another, or snuggling on the couch with Steve and Shasta. The drama in my life extends only so far as the occasional dispute over whether we will watch Law & Order, SVU reruns or bad action movies, with detente usually reached in time for SportsCenter. We've made some great, easy meals, started (and in some cases even finished) some minor house projects, and progressed nicely in our training for the Birkebeiner, but we're not exactly saving the world these days.

Boring, yes. And I love it.