As time goes by throughout the day I often think of different things I would like to post about. While I drive my 57 miles each day, I begin writing sentences in my head, forming (what I think are) clever ways of telling, the few people that read my blog, about the things that matter to me.
Since my last post I have probably posted 6 new posts in my head, unfortunately none of them ever go posted. I posted to myself about how I was so excited that my favorite season, fall, had arrived, only to be heartbroken when I remembered that I don't live in New England and there is no such thing as fall in Phoenix. I also posted about my green beans, spinach, tomatoes, and cilantro that are growing in my garden. I thought about posting about my wonderful soccer team and all our scoreless games. Unfortunately, once my 57 miles has been driven all my drive for posting is gone, and I spend my nights trying to keep my eyes open until 9:30 rather than writing to you all.