Look at me.

Seriously, look at me. Because I went away for a year and returned, starved for internet attention (again). After a lengthy internal struggle with myself, in which I asked myself ridiculous questions like: What is blogging? What’s my blogging legacy? Should I just buy a diary with a lock on it? Are there still diaries with locks on them?, I decided to return, for a third time, to The Blog. I even posed it as an, ahem, important question to Ryan. I even started the conversation with, “I have something to tell you.” I highly recommend starting conversations with spouses this way – it’s a fabulous way to seek out more attention than is normal for a Thursday afternoon.

But here I am again. It’s part journal, part co-worker replacement therapy because I don’t have a “job”, part conversation with friends that I miss but will never call on the telephone because I hate the telephone. So I blog not because I have something to say, but because I can’t stand the telephone. That sounds about right.