An encapsulation of the last 3 weeks:

Work. Java class. Work. V/O class. Work. Singing class. Work. Cook. (On Tuesday nights for my family - an explanation will follow someday.) Vacation in Orlando with G. (Ah, an oasis.) Work. Class. Workworkworkworkwork. Catch up on class. Workworkworkworkworkworkwork. Feel the beginnings of a budding identity crisis. Consider switching day-job line of work. Remember the 3 years of car payments remaining. Put aside identity crisis, in corner of bedroom with clean laundry unfolded for 3 weeks. Feel it in back of mind anyway.

Sometimes I feel like I have nothing to say here. Other times, I know what I want to say, but it's in that twilight hour between work and sleep. So it goes.