So today I was baking bread, and I was kneading the dough and thinking about all the things people think about when they knead dough.
Well, at least, the things I think.
Insurance agencies that choose to drop your policy by mailing you a dear john letter to your old address even though you've given them your new address so that you don't get it until two weeks after they've dropped you.
Cable companies that send you two or three 'final bills' for a full monthly amount. (Accidental? Or jerks? Tough call.)
The depressing nature of hold music when you're on the phone with these companies trying to fix it because, dammit, these things just aren't fair.
And then I was thinking about my blog.
Namely, that I have so much more free time since we moved that I've been doing things like, well, make bread. From scratch. And cutting my child's lunch into cool shapes. And that I could funnel a bit of that energy back to my blog. My poor, neglected blog that hasn't gotten much attention lately.
With moving, and everything else, I have a LOT I could tell about on my blog.
Then I realised my biggest transgression of all.
We waited longer to tell family and friends.
And, a lot longer to tell the blog.
The end of June, we'll have another kiddo.
We should even find out at our next appointment if we're having a boy or girl.
With moving, and getting our house renter ready, and getting a place here, and unpacking, and everyone getting sick while in transit to our new place and everything else...
I simply forgot to mention it on my blog.