high ate us

I really wanted to take January "off." And I did manage it a bit. A lot less going out. A lot more veging out. A lot more alone time. All I sorely needed. But also, new job with a lot of learning and all day trainings for a few weeks sort of wiped me out too. Between the stress of the holidays, new professional gig, and finally getting some time alone to process the loss of my father—in the rare times I dare to I allow my mind to go there—have made for not feeling either terribly social or all that funny, which makes for a dearth of blogging.

I suppose I could our some of these introspections into prose, but I have been, as Whendon might say, happily vacationing in the land of not coping.

But here have been some bright spots and social events and things worth posting about. Not to mention I seem to still take about a gazillion digital pictures a month, half of them reminders of things I'd like to write about sometime. But the ennui and inaction have extended to iPhoto, and an attitude of "I'll tags and upload those later." Meh.

All work and no play have very much left Jack a dull boy. And fat. Wow. All right. Enough.

Back to blogging, back to tagging, and I'm putting down the ladle of comfort food. No more grief bacon for me.

I'll ease back into it, but you can expect posting to resume. I'll start with some event-based observations and photos with captions and get back to funny shit later. Man, reading the Bloggess makes me miss being funny (DAMN she's funny). I just don't seem to have access to that like I used to.

Processing....

To tide you over, here is a photo of me with my mother at the MBA (high school) senior Mother-Son luncheon. Or rather, hair is a photo of me with my mother...