It's 6 o'clock in the morning. The house is quiet and still. The only sounds are occasional doggie footsteps and the regular background hum of the house.
This is one of my favorite times of day. I sit alone by the fire and drink my tea and read. It is my half hour of quiet. It started when I was in law school - I would sit in bed and drink my coffee and watch Xena until the caffeine hit my bloodstream and got me moving. For a while, starting about 4 months into my pregnancy and lasting until Flintstone was maybe 6 months, exhaustion forced me to give up this time. Some days, it still does.
Some days, I have to use this time to catch up on some cleaning or other random task I had put off. Some days, I have PT and have to be out the door by 5:45. Those days are the worst.
But days like today start off peacefully, a slow build to the day, as I sit with my tea and read. Except today, for whatever reason, I can't get into my book. I'm still reading Tipping Point, and I still love it, but I didn't get into it when I picked it up.
I got to thinking about the day ahead of me. It will no doubt be another go-go-go super busy day. Yesterday was nuts. All my Marines looked just beat at the end of the day, even the other Captain. It's the post holiday rush, and it's crazy.
So I haven't been blogging much. I've been thinking about it a lot. I've been lurking your blogs a bit, but I just haven't had the time. But I will get back into it. I have a bunch of good posts lined up. I can feel my little blog evolving. Growing up a little bit. I suppose I am, too in a way.
So please bear with me. Posts may get rather spaced out. And when I do get time to post, it's likely to be a little pop of 2 - 3 posts in one day.
We shall see...