I haven't been keeping up the blog very well over the past few weeks. I'd say it was because there's not much going on that seems remarkable, which is true enough, but "routine" is just the nature of life and I can typically find something to write about. It's probably that getting back to normal after a month or so of convalescence is harder than I realize - I find I'm not noticing as much, and am often physically tired and mentally numb. It's going to take a bit longer to get back to normal.
I suppose the bright side is that there's a "normal" state I can get back to. It occurs to me that the majority of people probably exist in a perpetual state of being tired and numb, stumbling through their daily routine without noticing anything that seems worth thinking or remarking about, living a life that's a procession of beige days, one much like the next.
Perhaps it's just the fatigue taking, but the more I consider it, the more true it seems that even the people I find interesting tend to tell the same kind of stories, or even the exact same stories, over and over - and the vast majority of people have a much shorter loop before they've said "it all" and begin to repeat themselves.
Which has be beginning to wonder: how long is my loop? It's been about three years of blogging ... have I begun to repeat myself yet? While the particular details have changed a bit, is it essentially the same story, told over and over, with a few inessential variations on the same theme?