The Domino Theory . . .

Please pardon the lengthy interruption. Whoever said it was the twenty four hour flu? More like 24/7. And like dominoes, when one kid falls ill, they all do. And in that final cruel twist of fate, Mom and Dad get sick just when the little munchkins are back to running around at full energy.

Although having my very own posting famine is very blogger-like of me. They should have some kind of guide for bloggers, like the five or whatever stages of grief. So instead of denial, anger, blah blah blah, you could have enthusiasm, where you post three times a day at the start; writer's block, where you can't think of anything to say and go weeks at a time without a post; anger, where you threaten to turn on comment moderation because some lurker thinks your thighs look fat; suicide, where your anger makes you threaten to delete the entire blog and hope that there are enough readers out there that care enough to make you change your mind; and acceptance, where you just slog through your life and try and put something interesting up on the web every couple of days.

Don't worry - I won't be posting cute kitten pictures anytime soon. I haven't reached the acceptance stage yet.