**This was originally going to be a post about how I'm having trouble picking things to write about lately. I mean, after having a bird land on my head, it was difficult to come up with interesting blog fodder. This post was originally titled something else. Then the earthquake happened right when I was writing this, so I changed the title.
A strange thing has happened to me since I've started regularly updating this blog. I always knew there was a chance people would find and read it. Never did I imagine that some of those people would come back, or even comment.
As it turns out, there are a couple of people out there who stop by regularly and make with the comments. I have also started reading and commenting on their blogs. I never would have found them if they hadn't commented. They are good humored, often insightful blogs; and I'm assuming people as well. I'm going to eventually bat my eyelids at the boy and ask him to make with the links in my humble blog to those blogs.
But that's not what I wanted to say, and of course I wandered off track.
What has happened is that I find myself questioning what I'm going to update with next. Before, I never even thought about it. I just started writing whatever appeared at the front of my consciousness and let' er' rip, as C would say. My only considerations were: Can I get fired for this? Can I get sued for this? Will someone I know find this and be hurt/offended? and the fact that I should probably avoid plastering our names and addresses all over the internet, especially within a personal blog that is essentially open to the entire world.
Now I'm questioning content in a different way: Is this worthy of writing about?
Well isn't that a giant pile of "who do I think I am" that I've climbed upon? And apparently made camp.
...*squeak*. We just had an earthquake and the building went sway....sway....we are 14 stories up.
I just ran to our administrator's office with the shaking hands and the 'ohmygodIhatethesethings". C is in a meeting with big important people, so I couldn't go running to his office. Our office admin got to babysit me for about 5 minutes.
The geologic website thingie says it was a 5. somethinsomethin out in San Berdo.
Well, I guess that just solves my little mind puzzle. I just wrote about my ability to sprint around the interior of our office like a big ol' sissy when we have an earthquake. I suppose the bar has been lowered enough that I can dang well write about anything now!