How much of a day does this blog capture? It’s sort of a diary, sort of a repository of thoughts and ideas and nonsense about fatherhood and friendship and faith and whatever else. I went out for drinks with Jack as we do on Thursdays, and there’s not much to catch him up on with regards to my life, he reads much of it here. 

Does that mean I ought to post more esoteric stuff about what I’m thinking of? Or does it mean this blog is doing precisely what it ought to be doing? 

Neither, both, who knows. I’m not especially happy with where the writing is at, but without a MOO, and with too much snow to go on the morning walks where I do most of my fiction writing, I can really feel the lack.