the muse has left the building

I got nothing. Seriously. And yet the urge to blog compels me keyboard-ward.

Don't you think February is mostly just sorta dull? I mean once you get past the pulse-quickening, goose bump-inducing, breath-holding excitement that is Groundhog Day.

Of course the Big Deal around here is HB's imminent arrival. I was telling my daugher-in-law that back when I was expecting my babies I always had that "waiting for company" feeling in the last week or so of my pregnancies. The house is cleaned, the refrigerator is stocked, the sheets have been changed......and the waiting begins. And you never know for sure when the company is going to come, but you know you're excited. And you don't feel like you can really plan anything else, in case the company arrives. So you sit tight, expectantly. Literally expectantly, in her case.

You try to do normal things but there's a sense of "it could be any time" about everything. Should I go to the grocery store? Should I plan to go to Bible study? The cell phone is charged and at hand. Every call that comes in, you wonder, could this be it?

Aunties from Indiana and California are making plans to come to Michigan. Which means that Lily and Tessa will be here, too! That is sure to bring some sunshine to this dreary gray weather!

I need to find a Friday Night Lights buddy. Someone who wants to chew over the plot developments with me. Jim and I have been watching it together, but once the show is over, he's done with it. He closes up that box and puts it back on the shelf. Meanwhile I carry the drama with me until the next week, wringing my hands over poor Matt, and wondering how Tyra and Landry are going to make it work, and not feeling entirely happy about Gracie being in day care, and wondering if someone should tell Tammy that maybe this wasn't the best time to take on a coaching job.....

And no, I haven't done anything yet on Danny's senior scrapbook. Thanks so much for pointing that out.