For a while I was writing a series of posts with “Back at Starbucks …” in the title. This was because I am exiled from my own house on Sundays and thus go hang out at Starbucks which actually provides an excellent environment for me to focus on writing and other solitary activity.
But the cause of my exile has changed his schedule and so now I have the early part of Sunday to spend somewhere because if I go to Starbucks that early of course I’ll be there so long they’ll either throw me out or I’ll be exhausted. So that means I stay home until later, then do my other Sunday obligation, and then sometimes, like yesterday, drop by Starbucks on the way home, but too late to make any posts.
So the point of this particular bit of drivel is to explain why, in combination with multiple short and longer vacations, my number of posts has dropped off so much. And I find this is like my exercise, once I get lazy it’s hard to get moving again. And, then, also I have to do this blogging in secret so without the privacy of a hideout I never get a chance to really work on posts, much less develop the ideas.
So I find it interesting (while undoubtedly boring to you, Dr. Reader) that having that solo time at Starbucks is a critical ingredient to posting.