I have once again, however, deactivated my Facebook account.
I really really have to get myself mentally prepared to return to work. I am 80 percent there.
I found a day care for the baby, I’m getting out of bed (no more than) twice a day.
I felt energized watching three seconds of an NBA playoff game in HD in the family room. Taking 300 quizzes a day on Facebook wasn’t doing a whole lot toward my mental preparation.
Twitter will be better for me at work because I can glance at it on my iPhone. Maybe hang out a little while eating a salad in my cubicle. The Facebook app for iPhone isn’t as dynamic. I have no stats and I’ve done no research, but I wonder how many blogs have been abandoned in the exodus to these newer, other forms of social media. Instant reunions with long ago classmates, instant messages from the quasi famous telling us they are in the drive-thru line at McDonald’s with two screaming kids in the back seat. It’s quite attractive, I think, and a fun distraction from the sometimes tedious blog post. Although I will likely always be of the self-published genre of writers, maintaining a blog helps keep my writing mind alive. I may occasionally spill over into the semi-personal if certain frustrations are beating me up while I’m writing that day’s post, but the semi-personal keeps free fringes from being the impersonal snorefest that it’s trying to become. I should post more baby pics.
There. That’s better.
I’ll have to look for it but he looks more like my daughter than my son. No gender issues implied eh.
He is dressed in blue from head to toe and covered with a blue blanket—people still ask if he’s a girl. I think it’s the hair. No more colored ribbons tied on the ends for him, no matter how cute it looks!