The Thing

Sometimes it's really hard to blog because when I think about it I don't want to do it. Other times, blogging is easy because I want to do it. The blog sits there, waiting in a needy, lonesome sort of way. The heart sits elsewhere, on a blanket, snuggling a toasty muffin. Then, the dawn, and the power of the world lifts for an instant and a person feels a sense of obligation. It is called a hula hoop and it rolls around and round, all roundy and whatnot. Then you do the thing and call it quits.