Do blogs wither and die if you don't feed them regularly? I guess they do, metaphorically, from lack of interest. If I'm not interested in what I'm thinking why on earth would anyone else be?

It occurred to me this morning that perhaps the reason I was so reluctant to come back and put up another post here is that I have not yet ruined this blog. It's hard to think of many other things in my life that are in as pristine condition. Not my house, which is in great disarray. Not my car, with the "service engine soon" light importuning me to pay heed as it has for months now, "soon" being far too indefinite a term to be taken seriously as a dashboard warning. Not my law practice, where my case management software chides me that I have not looked at my "to do someday" in more than two weeks (or ever, let's be frank, here) and that my "to do" list may be a wee bit unmanageable. Well, yes, I suppose that when some of the items have been pending for over three years I can accept I may have allowed it to get a bit out of hand.

But this -- it could be anything. I could think deep thoughts about the great issues of the day. I could get back in touch with that part of me that used to be able to write something more than a Chapter 13 Plan or a Motion for Relief from Stay. I might find that I have something to say beyond giving snippets of advice on a message board to virtual (or Virtual) strangers.

Or it could be that there is no there there. Maybe some day I'll get a quiet hour to put some thoughts together and I can find out.