In case you haven’t noticed, I haven’t been writing much recently, partially because I’m a little burnt out on politics, and partially because I’ve decided to take some time to clean house. That is, literally, clean my house.
I’m not a very tidy person, and my obsessive attention to blogging and politics has taken its toll over the past year. When my home office grew too disgusting even for me, I picked up and moved into the dining room. When the dining room table (and floor and chairs) became too stuffed with papers, hand scribbled notes, unopened mail and other detritus, my daughter and I started eating in the kitchen.
And then there are the dust bunnies… dust bunnies the size of real bunnies, which I could swear, in recent weeks, have started to animate, and perhaps, plot against me. Between the dog and the cat, the fur they shed and the dirt they track in, not to mention the come-by-honestly perpetual mess machine that is my daughter, keeping my floors clean is a Sisyphean task under normal circumstances, and after an election year of neglect, the underside of the bed and the couch and other pieces of furniture had started to resemble a strange, alien landscape, where but for the absence of surface water, new lifeforms might arise, and eventually conquer our world.
Don’t get me wrong, I don’t expect my drafty old 1912 craftsman ever to be truly clean—at least, not to ex-wife standards—but I’d like to be able to invite guests over again without being embarassed, or risking an emergency call to Child Protective Services. I don’t mind the mess so much, but I’m not proud of the dirt, and I can’t really get to the dirt without first cleaning up the mess. So it’s gonna take some time.
That said, in addition to getting my house in order, I’m also taking some time to get my house in order, in the metaphorical sense, both financially and otherwise. One way or the other, expect some big changes here at HA. Hopefully, good changes.
But in the meanwhile, don’t be surprised by occasional spurts of light posting.