Dead Air

I apologize for the radio silence.

I've been getting emails from worried readers, so I thought that I should post a quick update to let you all know that I'm alive and well.  Nothing bad is happening.  I haven't quit blogging.  In fact, I have a dozen story ideas bubbling away in the back of my mind.

I just haven't been feeling very funny lately.

The truth is that I'm going through a bit of an existentialist crisis.  I've come to the uncomfortable realization that - despite being happy in my day-to-day life - I'm not really passionate about anything bigger.  It's a strange thing to realize.  I always figured that I would change the world somehow, but all I really want to do is walk the dog and read books and hang out with my husband and surf the net. 

I dropped out of the blogosphere for a little while to ponder the meaning of life.

But I'll be back soon.

In the meantime, I made you a wheelbarrow:

I'm not sure why you would want a picture of a clay wheelbarrow.  Maybe you can turn it into some kind of a metaphor.

(And also, I lost the vacuum cleaner.  I just walked through my entire house twice, but still haven't found it.  My house is not all that big.  It's pretty organized right now, so it's not like there are piles of clutter behind which a vacuum cleaner could hide.  How exactly does one lose a vacuum cleaner?  I'm baffled.)

Question for all of my lovely readers: besides your family, are you passionate about anything?