It occurs to me that my zeal for this blog may have dissipated because what I had come to call my New Normal finally came to be just my plain old Normal. This is not unlike coming to the realization that my cornucopia of wrinkles, jowls, bulges, bags, sags, flaps, extra chins and improperly distributed body hairs are not a brand new bizarre surreality to be shocked by and exclaimed over every day. Nope. I really am old. I really do look like this. On a regular, ongoing basis.
So I may as well get over it, get on with it, and stop shouting from the rooftops about it.
And if so, I need a new obsession to blog about. Something other than some Facebooky malarchy such as hey lookie lookie, this is my life, I just brushed my teeth again (but didn't floss) a few minutes ago.