In praise of doing ... nothing

If anyone has wondered at the blog silence over the last week since Older Daughter and I got home, I’m happy to report everyone’s fine — except we’re all afflicted with a serious case of the lazies.

There are a number of reasons for this. Don is down with tendonitis in his left arm (he’s left-handed). This painful condition flares up every other year or so, and he knows just how to treat it … and that includes doing very little to provoke it. So he’s down.

Older Daughter is in serious decompression mode. She says she still gets “itchy” with the feeling she’ll be returning to New Jersey next week, since that’s been the situation for every visit home over the last four years. Sometimes she has to forcibly remind herself she’s not going anywhere for a while, at least until after Christmas (though our “Christmas” will be two weeks early this year, since that’s when Younger Daughter can take leave and come home).

I have the least excuse of all. I’ve just been lazy. I got handed two magazine assignments yesterday, both due on Dec. 3, so I’m jumping on those; and my writing friend Ann and I are doing to do an “independent” NaNoWriMo to get some fiction work done. But beyond that, I’ve done … nothing.

And you know what? It’s been nice.