Hi. Remember me? Blogdramedy? I’m just back from house sitting for friends the last two weeks. It was fun. Not that you’d know anything about it…I didn’t share. I feel bad about that.
As punishment, I’m now under house arrest and not allowed to travel for at least two months. That should teach me.
I got seduced by real life and came down with a bad case of BDD — blogger deficit disorder. Sure, I was okay for the first few days…doing my regular daily posts. Then, it started. The invites…the dinners…the dancing ’til dawn. I was like a girl in a candy shop…I wanted some of that, this and oh, what’s that stuff over in the corner? The day I saw Pierce Brosnan (yes, in a candy shop, literally) was the last day I blogged. I think he put a spell on me…or maybe it was the 17 bars of imported dark chocolate I’ve eaten since that day.
Whatever. I’m back home now and I realize the reason for my blog-lastitude is short bursts of travel. I get distracted easily and when you only have two weeks and constant demands on your time, the blog suffers. It’s different when I’m on the boat for six months. It home, too, just on the water so I get into my normal routine and the blog gets attention.
Of course, it could be that my home life is totally boring and all I’ve got is my blog…nah. Can’t be that. It’s definitely a disorder of some kind. This needs further research. Now that I’m under house arrest, I have nothing to distract me…just let me go put on my tracking anklet first.
Done. Wow…this is really cool. If I step more than 100 feet from my front door it starts beeping. Wonder what happens if I go 100 yards…