So I have a bit of a confession to make. I haven’t done any writing (not outside my head anyway) since Thursday evening. And for once, I don’t feel bad about it.

Britt and I had to go out of town this weekend for the funeral of the father of some of her oldest friends, who have subsequently adopted me as their friend as well. This whole week kind of brought it home about how short life can be and the necessity of taking care of, the people in your life.

I think I spoke once before about wanting to balance things and not neglect the personal. I still think its very important for me to write everyday, and I did do some in my head at least. I should be able to read my mental notes, I typed this time. And yet, like I said above, I don’t feel bad about not actually getting words on paper (or word doc). Because while I wasn’t doing that; I was being there for my wife and our friends. And that is very important to me, now more than ever.