I have no good reason for not writing on my blog. But I do have about a dozen bad ones. They all come down to this — writing requires paying attention. And sometimes I’m not really paying attention. At least, I’m not paying attention to what’s right in front of me. The stuff that would make good material. I’m paying attention to the mental toe-jam inside my head. And it doesn’t always congeal into a decent story. It’s just hamster-inside-a-wheel crap that doesn’t have much of a punchline. Yes, in the past month, my kids have done and said some adorable, funny things. But I haven’t captured any of them. I did enjoy them in the moment, though. Sometimes that’s enough.