I haven’t had much to say for the past few months. That might be because my life is very domestic these days, and in the past I’ve found domestic life rather boring to write about. But the fact is that my quotidian routine is mostly filled with appropriately quotidian vignettes that could be titled “What We Cooked For Dinner” or “A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Co-op…” (it’s no mistake that both examples are food-related, as Shirley is hopelessly food-obsessed in ways I have never before witnessed), so maybe I have less to write than I used to.

It’s not that I don’t like domestic life. I just don’t like to write about it. And unless it’s someone I know, I don’t like reading about either. In fact, I’m truly befuddled by the popularity of blogs like Dooce. Then again, I’m befuddled by the popularity of a lot of things. Now that I think about it, I might just be befuddled all the time. Huh.