Yikes. I just logged in to Bloglines for the first time since Friday, and I'm a wee bit overwhelmed by the number in the "Unread" brackets. Apparently I decided to take an unofficial break here. Frankly I hadn't even noticed it had been longer than usual since my last post until I got an email from my good friend Lara today. "I just popped over to your blog and saw you haven't posted in ages," she wrote. "Is everything OK?"
Apparently six days equals "ages." Wow. I had no idea I was such a prolific poster! (I kid, Lara; I kid. It's lovely to know anyone's concerned about me.)
Anyway, all is fine. I've just been busy with largely uneventful things and for some reason entirely unmotivated to write about any marginally eventful things. I'm very much hoping the late-summer malaise that seemed to hit so many of us last August isn't rearing its ugly head again... I haven't felt particularly out of sorts lately, but I found myself abruptly near tears twice today, and neither time was prompted by anything typically deemed worthy of a good cry, so perhaps I'm more inexplicably fragile at the moment than I thought.
The first spontaneous tears incident? Traffic. No; really. I'm ashamed to admit that myself. I really would like to think that when I finally do snap and lose it, I will have something far less mundane and predictable than commuting to blame for it. But you see, I am convinced that the construction on Minnesota's Highway 36 this summer is nothing more than an extremely elaborate (and presumably expensive) social experiment, and I'm not proud to admit it's gotten to me. That's right, MnDOT. You've broken me. I'm like the emotionally damaged lab rats who get an electrical shock every time they reach for a food pellet, except that I didn't attempt to reach for any proverbial food pellets. All I've done is try to get to work each day. And all you've done is thwart my efforts with periodic lane closures that sprout up as unexpectedly and confusingly as the village of Brigadoon. The weeks-long construction at the intersection of 36 and 35W? That part I could deal with. You installed temporary cement guard rails and porta-lets in the area, clearly indicating "We've set up shop. Sorry folks, but we're gonna be here for a while." And that "Single lane ahead. Expect major delays." sign near 35E? That one I could cope with as well! You gave me precise dates for the anticipated lane closure, after all. "Single lane July 18 to 29," you said. I could tick off the days in my head, knowing I would hit a bottle neck in that area but taking some small comfort in the fact that I'd been warned about it at least. Expectation is everything; is it not? But these random, sporadic, one-day lane closures in areas of the road that you JUST REBUILT LAST YEAR?? Areas of the road that you made me detour around for SIX MONTHS while you made it all sparkly and smooth and new? No. That is NOT OK, MnDOT. As our friend Stephen Colbert says, "You are on notice!"
Ahem. Where was I? Oh yes. Tears. Spurred by road construction. I'm not proud.
So what was the other thing that made me whimper? Oh yes. My neck. I've developed a knot near my shoulder blade that is sending a dull ache straight up my neck, where it's growing into a constant headache of the "I actually feel sick because of this" variety. The knot has become a pressure point that prompts an unfortunate reflex. I press on it in a futile attempt to loosen it, and tears well up in my eyes from the pain. I think it may be time to schedule the second massage of my life, but I'm a little worried I will start to sob uncontrollably when the poor massage therapist assigned to me starts her work. Maybe I need that. Maybe that knot is holding all sorts of bad thoughts and life-in-general tension, and working it out of me will release all that negativity from myself as well. (No, I have not been reading any New Age books recently. My imagination just works overtime on occasion, I suppose.)
And that about catches you up on the past week, I suppose. I mean, yes, I went to a barbecue, visited friends in my alma mater town, finally finished the pair of socks I started knitting months ago, and had a furniture-moving misadventure that I could surely milk a paragraph or two from. But I'm pretty sure my not-so-ergonomically-correct desk setup might have something to do with the neck pain I was just complaining about, and I really must get the aforementioned stray furniture out of my living room before the gathering I'm hosting later this week (a gathering of grown-up friends with children and giant houses who've not yet actually seen my cluttered spinster shoebox), so I'd really best get off my computer and start cleaning this place up a bit.
I'm still entirely behind on my Bloglines feeds though, so do me a favor and tell me... Have I missed anything particularly amusing or important lately?