Catching up on neglected things is quite the feat. Over the last week, I have been searching for old blog posts that "never made the cut". Or, better yet, blog posts that were never completed because I was dragged away into something else, got tired, or decided that playing with pugs was a better idea. I can't say that these other things were bad distractions but I do have a stupid form of regret that I can't help but shake.

Normally, you will see this regret manifested in apologies to people that read a blog. But, that isn't what I feel. This time, I feel as if I have let myself down. With all of my complaining at the days where I am not able to read enough or write enough or spend time with people enough - or just get enough - what have I done to break this cycle? Do I work too much? Probably. Do I over commit myself with personal engagements only to have the work life get in the way? Yes.

It is a silly problem to have, really. Should not those who are blessed with work be happy with the work? We would be bored or eating out of garbage cans if we didn't, I suppose. There is much I am doing these days that is exciting. I will keep you all posted on that.

By the way, have you read The Hunger Games? I haven't yet but I plan on it. But I refuse to see the film until I have. Again... with the silly problems.