I don't feel like blogging today. Actually, I didn't feel like doing much of anything today. And yet, I did most of it anyway—including this.

My life is one long string of obligations to be met it seems at times. Not most times. Just times like this, when I am tired, and all I really want to do is sit by the fire drinking hot chocolate and dive into my knitting or reading all day, but instead I have to deal with upset customers and upset kids and upset tummies and upset tempers and upsets of many other sorts, as well.

Most times, my life is not a burden. Or, more correctly, the obligations of my life are not burdensome--they are something I do with joy, knowing that I have chosen this for myself, and that I get fulfillment from the many ways I serve others. That there will, in all likelihood, come a time when I may wish for a little less tranquility by the fire and a little more rambunctious noisiness surrounding me.

But then I lose track of time. I lose track of my priorities. I lose track of my keys and my shopping list. And I get tired. And maybe, just maybe, a little hormonal. I lose track of that, too.

On Facebook, (for those of you who are not part of what I am now referring to as "the way THEY are going to take over the world,") under your name there is a "status" line in which you can put all kinds of crazy things. The only thing is, it always begins with "[Insert name here] is..." While people mostly try to stay within the grammatical restrictions this implies, sometimes you see one where they have obviously said "to heck with grammar" and restarted a sentence of their own. (This last point has absolutely nothing to do with the following paragraph.)

The other day, I was on there and noticed my friend Colleen's status bar read "Colleen is not updating her status." This was one of the funniest things I had seen all night. The only way for it to read that was if she had updated her status to read that!

So. This blog post is my way of saying:

"Talena is not updating her status."