I’m finding that I’m having more and more trouble updating my journal these days. It’s not because I don’t have anything in particular to say (when has that ever stopped me?) and it’s not because there’s some huge thing going on in my life that I can’t talk about (as was the case when I first found out I was pregnant). I just feel a little blah about the journal. I’m starting to wonder if I should put it on hiatus for awhile and just create a new category here on the weblog for journal-ish entries. Or just use this as a journal, period.

I don’t know. I’ve had a journal online since 1998. I’ve never managed to keep a paper journal for a whole year, let alone seven years (!) so I’m a little reluctant to give it up but I have to think about it.

Writing on your website about writing on your website. That’s just weird, isn’t it?

Speaking of weird, have you ever walked outside and instantly panicked because you can’t remember what you’re wearing? I’m pretty much never still in my pajamas by the time George comes home; I usually change into some clothes before lunch time. And yet, when he came home I ran downstairs (read: I waddled my big belly downstairs) to take out the garbage and check the mail and as soon as I was crossing the parking lot I freaked out: Was I still wearing pajama pants? Did I have shoes on or slippers? Am I dressed appropriately for being out in semi-public?

I do that all the time and yet I have never once in my life accidentally gone out in a state of undress. I have no idea what’s wrong with me. It’s like a constant worry that those “I’m naked in public” dreams are going to actually happen.