Bullets Over the Heartland

I can’t seem to get out of this blogging funk! Today, I will steal shamelessly from KathyR and give you a bulleted list:

The girls start school on Thursday, the Consort on Monday. I am not sad at all. (Hey, I’ll still see them in the evenings, y’know?)

After three weeks visiting the chiroproactor, I still feel some popping in my elbow when I knit. But I’ve got some hip-happenin’ excercises to do three times a day. (Woo-hoo! … ?)

I cycle through periods of trying to be good about taking iron pills. This lasts about 5 days (if I’m lucky), then I forget. Soon I’m on the Slippery Slope Express nontop train to Anemia.

Could the popping of the elbow be because, try as I might, the exercises are on the same tranportation line as the iron pills and have paid the fare on the Local Bus to Unadjustedville?

The project I’m working on desultorily today is so fricking boring that I check my email every 10 minutes. And then I check Sitemeter. But of course, I haven’t written a post, so people aren’t visiting.

I am solving this problem not, as one would think, by locking out my Mail program, but by writing a post. (So that people will visit.) (And maybe leave comments.) (And save me from this dull article.)

Oh, and hey -- this is my 200th post. (How pathetic it is.)