Still not in blogging mode at the moment

Not sure if anyone is still reading this anyway, but just popping in to say that I am still not feeling like I can devote much time or attention to blogging at the moment. Between dealing with my full-time job, toddler and house, there are just not enough hours in the day for this. Hopefully at some point, but not now.

Natives getting restless

I guess it was only a matter of time before a right-winger found my blog.

So tiresome. Not feeling inclined to deal with it at the moment, except to say this to said right-winger, if he or she is still out there:

How about you try to learn about what is going on in the real world from an actual news source such as Salon.com, instead of just watching Fox News?

It must be nice to live in your own reality, where chronically-underfunded local governments own platoons of helicopters and have staff and emergency plans in place to rescue thousands of people, and also have the hundreds of millions of dollars it would take to fix a levee.

(Also: you're goddamn right I'm entitled to my opinion. That's why it's MY fucking blog. You can write whatever you want on yours.)

So, because I am pissed off in general today for other reasons, comments are off until I damn well feel like turning them back on.

Random Friday thoughts

It is deserted in my office today. August has been exceedingly quiet, but even for August, it seems like more people are out today than usual. Traffic was light this morning too, which is always a delight. Particularly since I am still traumatized by having come very close, yet again, to a really bad car accident the other day. People drive on Route 2 in Cambridge like it's the Autobahn, and it is pissing me off.

Mr. Fraulein, the Peanut and I were all in the car, and a big Jeep came inches away from smashing into our Honda as we changed lanes. It seemed like we could feel the rush of air as the Jeep went flying past us on the left, veering right into our lane--going much, much faster than we were. Luckily I wasn't accelerating fast enough to hit the guy. Time seemed to stand still as the cars veered close together, but, thank God, not close enough to collide.

Something held us back. Maybe it was just luck. Or maybe it was Bevin, the Peanut's guardian angel.

Meanwhile a good friend of mine was supposed to have had her twins by scheduled C-section yesterday morning, and now, a day and a half later, no word has come yet on how they are all doing.

I don't like not knowing what's going on but am feeling reluctant to call the hospital. I don't want to bother my friend and her family. Still, it will be a relief when the e-mail comes, giving names and birth weights and other details.

But tonight--Praise the gods!--our niece, newly arrived from California to attend a Boston-area college, is providing free babysitting, so Mr. Fraulein and I are getting out on the town. Or as close as we come to it, which may just be going out to eat Thai food in peace, without toddler screaming and half-eaten food and sippy cups sailing through the air.