Respite

Over the years of writing this blog I have not taken a break from posting like this. It has now been going on three weeks since I have sat down in front of the computer to write. Write about food, that is-- because in fact I have spent an ungodly amount of time writing on this high-tech typewriter over the past 30 days. In addition to my normal nine-to-five (or better, eight or six) and a pair of boys that have learned how to crawl and find the most life-threatening objects in any room with remarkable speed, I took on even more work that had me hunched over a keyboard for hours and hours on each weekday and up to twelve hours on the weekends.

Suffice to say, I very literally had no time to post, and now even after the proverbial dust has settled (mostly on me), the simple act of powering on this portable computing device has me queasy. At night I close my weary, bloodshot eyes, and burned into my still twitching eyelids is black text on white screen framed by Microsoft blue. The slow, incessant clack of my hunt-and-peck typing plays like a soundtrack in my dreams.

It has been three days now since I have touched this keyboard and stared into the familiar, hypnotizing glow of the monitor above. I'm finding it difficult to type at all, much less type original thoughts. That being said I have a list of restaurants at which I ate before this madness began, and fragments in a notebook (yes, I still write on paper when I can) that I am eager to put together into complete sentences to the best of my ability.

So, to the handful of you besides my wife and mother that were wondering where I have been, I thought I would explain my virtual absence and let you know that I am still eating--it just might take a few more days to get back at writing.