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Monday, April 8, 2013
March madness, exhaustion, and type heaven
March madness mean something new to me. My spring break trip to Germany to see my son Vance, his wife Kerin, and three granddaughters--Katherine, Sarah Beth, and Neysa, gave me a one week reprieve from three months of blogging every day. But by the end of the month, I was done.
The blog still reached the most hits it ever had in a month, just a few short of 4,000. Since then, I've stewed, with lots to write, but no deadline, little motivation. Thankfully, both a Ugandan and Lithuanian clicked on the blog this week, promoting writing.
I'm now behind in daily blogs, but at least it's moving again, motivation for this Capricorn first born, thinking about the letters I effortlessly type compared to what Gutenberg did in Germany almost 500 years ago.