Sorta Outta Sorts

Captain's Log:  Stardate 31620.09

Even when the ship is running smoothly, the magnitude of busyness in everyday life can feel like an all-encompassing mission "to boldly go where no man has gone before" (and might not want to).

I do try to be bold.

But sometimes I hear Scotty's voice frantically pleading from the engine room of my life, "She's breaking up, Captain!  I don't think I can hold her together much longer!"  

Good 'ole Scotty, ever the optimist.

Being out of town for five days, two weeks of battling the flu, and a seemingly endless barrage of school activities with accompanying demands has sent my ship into a tailspin and drained all energy resources.  It's like being held hostage in the continuous loop of a transporter malfunction.  Not completely here, not completely there, everything sketchy and vague.  

That's the power of over-the-counter drugs.

Thankfully, the tailspin is winding down.  I hear Scotty chuckling proudly from the engine room that he's creatively renewed energy reserves and the ship appears to be zipping boldly through uncharted territory once again.  I could probably even take on a Klingon or two.

That's the power of sleep.

So, after too many weeks away, (I think) I'm back on track.  I want to thank everyone who has continued to check in and say hello in spite of my severe neglect of this space.

And for those who may be wondering...

I can't really account for the Star Trek theme except that during my five days at the ASTE conference my mind was basically bombarded with a plethora of technological ideas and vocabulary that felt more Trekkie than Techie, at times.  

I guess it just seemed to fit.