I think it's because I haven't had time to read other people's blogs I am uninspired to write my own. Work is busy in an unproductive waiting-for-other-people way. Rest is sufficient and unremarkable. Play is routine, which is good because play is routinely fun. Money is a hyperextended elbow. Friendship is everywhere, love is nowhere. Laughter is easy. Life is satisfactory, could improve. I am probably playing too much as it is, so to read more blogs I could make a game of it; I could see how many blogs I could read in an hour, then try to break that record.