I have already broken one of my strict unofficial rules about blogging.  I blogged about blogging.

Now, I am going to break and even more sacred one.  I am blogging about NOT blogging.  How sorry is that?  I have reached new depths of online depravity. 

(Okay, a quick review of my spamlog reveals that’s an exaggeration.  The internet has incredible depths in the depravity department.)

In one of those ironies inherent in the entire webjournal concept, the one thing that is keeping me from writing about my life is, well, my life.  I took over as departmental director at a time that coincided neatly (and, I suspect, not coincidentally) with three project startups, one project wrapup and one major bid deadline.  I never knew one person could survive so many meetings. I do not stop for one moment from the time I log into my computer at work until I turn my office light out, and at the same time my actual billable hours have fallen to a paltry 2 out of 8 – if I am lucky and proactive about closing my door on a given day.  I have never worked so hard to NOT earn my salary.

Simultaneously, my husband and I have come to a realization that we need to dedicate some serious time to our relationship.  Or, rather, some less serious time.  And no, for the record, this has nothing to do with the fact that our son cosleeps with us, but thanks for expressing the concern (Really, people, have y’all never heard of guest bedrooms? Or living room couches?  Or kitchen counters?  Have I shared too much?).  It’s not about the s-e-x (oh my gosh, I have started spelling things out already and Harry’s only two), it’s about connecting on a level that goes beyond dinner planning and coordinating daycare pickup.  So we are off to the Ozarks for a childfree, schedule free weekend in a hotel room that is picked up by a MAID.  I might even leave the towels on the floor.  And have a glass of wine.  And an R-rated movie.  I like to live dangerously like that. (And likely there will be some of that spelled-out word, but I won’t bore you with the details.  They will not involve kitchen counters.)

But before we leave, I will commit myself to:

• Finishing the next installment of Science Friday (which may become Science-Every-Other-Friday as I dedicate a little more time to the family).  It’s about obesity (thanks, Moira), and I think you’ll find it interesting.
• Revamping GAMBLE (for anyone who has been paying attention).
• Posting some more pictures of the now-two-year-old apple of my eye.  Oh.  My. God.  The Cuteness.

So, if you have been waiting breathlessly for the next installment of “My Level…”, I want to say I appreciate the patience and understanding.

And, for God’s sake, if you have been holding your breath that long – get a life!  I am just not that fascinating!

But, thanks for coming anyway.