When Blogging Becomes A Four Letter Word

First of all, thank you to those of you who noticed we've been MIA, and cared enough to email and ask whether we're ok.  It's nice to be missed, and proves yet again, as if I needed any proof, how nurturing, supportive, and caring a place the Blogosphere is. The short answer is yes ... everyone at Chez Tucker is healthy and well.  

The longer, and more truthful, answer, is that yes, we're all fine, but the human in the equation, namely me, has lately been chronically busy, chronically tired, and chronically short of any sort of inspiration.  All this combined tends to make blogging a chore rather than something I enjoy, so rather than making a daily blog entry just one more item on my to do list, I have simply not been blogging much. 

Also, a recent string of long hours and seven day work weeks (the result of working on proposals for three new clients that the ad agency I work for is trying to bring on board) have started to make all the days sort of run together.  Which is why, in case anyone was wondering and too polite to ask, I posted a Wednesday post yesterday.  It's because, all day, I was wandering around in a daze thinking it was Wednesday instead of Tuesday.  Realizing only this morning that it wasn't was part blessing, as it means that I have one more week day to get my work done and that maybe I won't have to cancel plans I've been very much looking forward to in favor of heading to the office yet again, a trip I swear my car could make all by itself, but also part curse, as it means that I am not as close to the much-anticipated weekend as I had thought.  It also means that I am wearing the proverbial egg on my face, the result of posting a One-Word-Wednesday post yesterday when it was still only Tuesday.

Oh, well.  The picture of Finn was cute, I thought, and I hope those who saw it enjoyed it, even as they were scratching their heads and wondering what was wrong with me.  

For those who asked, my grandmother is still ill ... but still hanging on ... and she's out of the hospital, out of the rehab center, and living with my aunt.  This is good news, but also means that Tucker can't visit her, as my aunt's dog, B, is a bit wild and would not react well to canine visitors, and that's a bit sad, as I know how much she enjoyed his visits, and how much Tucker loved having a job as a therapy dog again.  

As for the future of the blog - I know that for the immediate future our blog posts will likely be sporadic at best.  Long term, I am less sure.  I love blogging, ordinarily, and I love reading other people's blogs, but lately I've been thinking that perhaps this particular blog has run its course.  I can't imagine blogging without the animals as the focus, but perhaps I would enjoy it more if I did it differently than I am now.  As much as I enjoy reading other blogs that are written from the animal's perspective, I've found that I don't really love writing from it.  I don't really know why that is, but it's definitely the way I feel, so it's something I may need to think about a little further.  Possibly a fresh start would re-energize and re-inspire me.  Or maybe not.  I guess we'll see.