getting regular (without bran)

The last couple of weeks it's been difficult for me to find a routine in writing this blog. Some of it, to be sure, is just they way my life has been. Normal routine disruptions just kill me. Being gone bakcpacking, then Christa being gone and then her beig back with Jen and her 2 kids. There's a sense in which life is just beginning to get back to normal.

I'm finding that the older I get, the more I like routine. Not exactly the image I want to have of myself, but there it is. I'd rather think of myself as a living-by-the-seat-of-my-pants type of guy, but it's just not who I am. Maybe for the first time I'm beginning to accept than and learn that about myself