Shameful. I'm a discredit to the blogosphere. There's no excuse for my lack of posts. It's not like we haven't been coming up to Collingwood, we have, despite the exceedingly crappy, wet, cold, unsummer-like weather. And I have lots to talk about: the carp, the baby robins, the roofing, the painting, the Elvis Festival, my car troubles, the tornadoes, and more.
I blame it on Facebook. Whenever I would sit down at my laptop, full of good blogging intentions, Facebook would lure me with its siren song. In fact, if you want to know what I've been doing in Collingwood, just check my Facebook status messages for the last six months: there, you'll find an abbreviated, almost Twitter-like portrait of my Northern adventures. You'll also see my ever climbing scores in Algerian Patience, Agnes II and Whitehead. Curse you, Facebook, for having such addictive Solitaire games! Thank God I'm not into Twitter, too!
Well, that's it: no more procrastinating, no more distractions. I shall blog again, dammit! I may even revisit some of the events I meant to cover over the course of spring and summer. They won't be in chronological order, but at least they'll be out there.
I plan on talking about the swans for my next post. Let's see if I do. Now that I've said it, I have to, don't I?
Time for a shower, then a walk around the grounds. I just logged off Facebook. One step at a time ...
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