Contractual Obligation Post

Because I promised to post daily, here I am doing so. As I suspected, no one noticed that I had posted again last time, but that's okay--let's see how many of these I can slip in before the massive crowds return and raise the property value of my blog so greatly that I can no longer afford the rent.

Sadly, that kind of sloppy free association is the kind of thing you can expect if I'm going to get material up here daily. You Have Been Warned.

Right now I'm watching a show on the Discovery Health Channel about a two-year-old girl with such horrific facial deformities that I would not believe she was an actual child if I had not been shown that she is so--her injuries make her look like a special effect from out of a horror movie workshop. My heart is broken for her and her parents and all they've gone through, and it makes my petty whining seem... well, petty. Man. We are so blessed that Caleb and Nathaniel are healthy and terrific, and it makes me feel like a cad for grousing about how they drive me crazy (more and more these days, but they're also getting more fun to play with, so there are trade-offs), and we are blessed beyond reason in Madeline's health and general good temper.

That makes for poor blogging, though. How am I to convey my philosophical angst and confusion of life if I'm busy feeling grateful and magnanamously looked after? Well, I do feel guilty for still wanting more than I have, so there's that. As long as there's some difficulty for me to complain of, life seems normal.

At any rate, I'll try to put up something slightly more edifying tomorrow--I've got classes to prepare for (I can't believe our classes begin in one week--I go in on Friday for our "welcome back" day, which is slightly less annoying than being flayed alive and set in front of a powerful fan with a constant stream of powdered salt being fed into it, but only slightly) and the house to clean while Joanna and her friend Jen and all the kiddos are off in San Diego, but I'll do what I can.