The End?

I honestly don't know what more to say. Often I think of this space and try to conjure something of interest to fill it. But alas, my imagination remains void. Obstinately so. Continually so. I wonder how many people check in here to find the same dull entry they found last time. It's disheartening, isn't it? Eventually, it becomes annoying.

I've considered deleting this blog. I have not come to any firm decision yet, but I think it's significant that I've even considered it.

My Life is, at the moment, utterly unremarkable. I have a brilliant job, good friends, a healthy romance. My kids are ... well, they read this page sometimes. My kids are fine. I ...

I don't know what to tell you, Ms J. Truly, I am at a loss.

I have nothing to tell you. Or more accurately, nothing I can tell you. Even my private journal has suffered lately.

When my kids weren't talking to me and I was fired from my job and my leg was broken ... well, those were exciting times, eh? Horrible to be sure, but horribly exciting. Now things are fine. I'm happy. But contented people leading happy Lives are most probably boring. And if things were horrible again, it would involve my children, my ex-wife, or my employer, none of whom I can safely write about anymore.

It's been a good run, Ms J. More than a thousand posts over four years. But maybe, just maybe it's time to call it quits.

Hmmm?


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