Two and two finally get put together...

As kind of sad as this is going to sound, I've actually been finding it slightly harder than usual to come up with things to post in this space for the last week or so... And not being one to avoid self-analysis, it interested me as to why.

My first thought was that I haven't been reading nearly as much as I was a couple of months ago (Sports Illustrated and other blogs don't really count), so maybe my brain was underworked, and thus not coming up with anything? Dubious, at best. Though I was impressed with my own attempt to guilt myself back into a reading kick again!

Another, and likely more plausible, scenario could be that I haven't been going out much. In fact, if you lump my adjacent trip to Kingston in with Mexico, and disregard any post-band practice pints (they practically don't count, anyway), then until DC's birthday on Saturday, I've gone out for exactly ONE pint since my trip. But I've gone through dry spells like that before... I usually just call them "busy" periods... So I guess things have been kinda dull around here. For example, while I know that there are a few other pipers that read this, you are sorely outnumbered (as far as I know) by those non-pipers, and so any detailed accounts of the trials and tribulations relating to my tying on a new pipe bag would be mostly wasted space.

Then it hit me: Greg's gone.

The living, breathing devil who slept in the next room (rather than purch on my shoulder...and if you just pictured that, I hope you laughed as much as I did) no longer has a quasi-daily impact on my life. Okay, so "daily" might be stretching it, considering we'd regularly go days or even a week (exactly zero exaggeration) without seeing each other, but the spectre of bad ideas was there....lurking.

Conclusion? I have to remember how to come up with bad ideas on my own again....

Step One: Finish reading Tucker Max.