I wrote that title in complete and utter sincerity. I know I'm not the first, nor will I be the last, person whose frequency of posting is initially tremendous (dare I say "prolific?" No, even I'm not that pretentious), only to have it severely taper as time goes on. Thailand initially gave me so much fodder as we got to know our way around and accustomed to the differences here. Now that we're a few months away from leaving Thailand, everything that was once so fresh/new/bizarre/amazing is now commonplace. I mean seriously, we don't even blink anymore about paying for airline tickets at 7-Eleven or when we see a man standing off the side of the road urinating.
So I was wondering what I could blog about. More than once I've blogged about running, but I haven't been running lately. I could blog about the plantar warts and bruised heel that have kept me from running the last two weeks, but who wants to hear about that. By the way, when you pull the core of a wart out, it bleeds. A lot. Hurts, too.
I thought about blogging about work, but the work I do is generally so bland and boring that nobody in their right mind would want to hear about it. When Mali has trouble falling asleep, she asks me about what I did at work, and that usually does the trick.
Long story short (too late!), I am trying to make a commitment to write more. Some entries will be good, some I'm sure will qualify as certified steaming piles of literary doo-doo. But blog more, I will--nay, I must!