I spent the day hanging out in Scottsdale with a friend from work. After a long day of doing nothing, I came home to go on a run. For those of you who know anything about Phoenix, I live on the corner of Kyrene and Baseline. Tonight, without really thinking about it, I ran all the way down to Rural Road (Scottsdale Road), and then north over the sixty and up to Southern. Well, really I ran to the Tempe Library. It's on southern. Then I ran back here. All told, the distance is 4.0 miles (6.4Km). I did it in 37 minutes, so I'm pretty happy with that.

When I got home, I logged into my Feed reader and caught up on all of my friends' blogs. Such and such are still pedometering; so and so is still temping but doesn't have any work lined up for next week; what's her name is soliciting guests for spring break; someone's mom is starting her own blog; some gal's new husband is freaked out about her blogging and she just got a new dog; and that one pilot flew to Guam and got to stay at a Hilton ON THE BEACH! So I'm pretty well caught up.

But I also looked at my blog.

I have to say, I haven't been very ambitious with it lately. It's not for lack of trying though. I think I may have run out of things to say. In the last few days I have started no less than ten entries, but neglected to finish any of them. I was continually nagged with the thought: 'What's the point?'

I have to admit, I have been in a real funk lately emotionally. A lot has happened in the last few months. Some things I am just trying to get used to, other things I'm trying to get over. My mind is always running and it seems that it's a half-beat behind. And so I sit down to come up with my metaphor for the day; alas, nothing. I have tried to come up with my very favourite abstract comparisons that relate to what's going on with me, and yet, I've got nothing.

I don't do concrete, and therefore, I'm blocked. I'm stopped up like a tourist in Wisconsin. So there you have it. What can I tell you? Thank God that other people are writing blogs.