So I realized when my facebook status updates started getting to be three and four paragraphs long that it was probably time to resume blogging again. But I’m facing a bit of an existential crisis.
My brother just moved to Italy for two years…my sister is interviewing for a job at Stanford Med Center…my dad is testifying in DC before subcommittees and other important-sounding people and both my parents are talking about travel to Italy this summer and the purchase of a cabin in Tahoe. And I…I am excited when someone stops going to the bathroom outside like a dog and starts using the potty.
No, no one needs to remind me that this is an important job or that it’s one of the hardest jobs in the world or anything like that. I just need to wallow for a few minutes in my winter doldrums which should be gone by now but have been reignited by a spring storm newscasters are calling the worst of the season. I shall pull myself up and cure my own malaise the same way I usually do — with a reminder of a greater spiritual purpose and a generous dose of chocolate.

Actually, using malaise in a sentence and discovering I spelled it correctly has made me feel better already.