I had almost decided that I was obsessed with blogging. I told myself I should take a week's fast from this enjoyable pursuit. I felt happy and virtuous all yesterday. Today, as I reloaded my blog for the seventh time to see if there were any more comments (of course, there weren't), I noticed the date on the last post was 12/27. That was only day before yesterday. I stared in shock, because I had been quite sure I hadn't written a post for at least five days already. Hm.
I decided that it was silly to take a week off from blogging, because it is harmless. The only reason, I told myself, I had made that goal in the first place was to see if I could do it. That is not a good reason.
I am aching to write a lit-major post about
Gone With the Wind, because I finally finished the book. It left me quite frustrated over the foolish selfishness of Rhett and Scarlett. I want to analyze it from a worldviews perspective. But that would have to wait, because it would take me a few hours to do it properly.
I also want to describe some of the things I've been doing these past few days, which include beginning research on my senior history project. I have found out some interesting stuff already, ILL'ed four books from the local library system, requested about six, and written down a list of ten or so that the Headquarters branch of the St. Louis system has in right now. But all that will have to wait too, because that will take more time than I have as well.
About all that leaves me is to say that I have typed this in less than five minutes, since I am about to run errands. I am just waiting for the deposits to be ready so that I can drop them at the bank. In an hour or so, the family is leaving to see
Narnia at last. I will be watching it for the third time, and I am looking forward to it.
Narnia is well on the way to being one of my favorite movies.
OK, time to go...