It’s been a dismaying unsuccessful blogging week. It’s not as if I don’t have material, but life has conspired to sap me of energy, motivation, and vital health essences. As an example, my plans to shower my wife with a myriad of wonderful activities and actions for Mother’s Day has been waylaid by my flourishing throat infection. Stupid throat.
Between Max’s short bout of illness this week (which of course threw his entire sleep schedule into disarray) and the stressful events demanding my attention (driving test, moving the sister-in-law out of my house, doing an interview for a magazine article), I’ve been too sapped to muster up any work ethic for my ongoing concerns. I’ll try to catch up later.
Chris Loblaw, Author 
Bummer about disappointment with the blog progress (blogress?) and the general life chaos. Hopefully next week will be better.
I’ve had a cold kicking my ass all week long, too. I’ve been totally wiped by the end of each day, and then the coughing kicks in to make sleeping a total crapshoot. My ears are full of pressurized goo today, which is even less pleasant than it sounds.
Things are looking up now-the family cold is FINALLY creeping its way out the door. There is nothing more hateful in the dark night than a hacking cough.