I worked twenty hours over the weekend. Twenty hours in which I really didn't do much work. I spent a number of those hours reading your blogs and sitting in front of a blank screen trying to write something...anything at all about baseball and baseball cards.
I could have written about the Rangers losing Mike Napoli, Mike Adams, Koji Uehara, Michael Young and Josh Hamilton. Surely I could come up with a post about Josh Hamilton for goodness sakes.
Nothing. I want to write about baseball, but I can't do it.
We have another crisis in the PATP household. I don't want to talk about it. I don't want to think about it. I know you don't want to read another excuse for why I'm not writing here on a daily basis.
But I have to write something. Soooo...if you want baseball, I'm sorry, you'll have to read someone else's blog for now. If you don't want to read personal junk, I understand, so stop reading here.
I took my wife to the ER on the 7th. She's having severe unexplained stomach pains every time she eats. The ER trip was a waste of time and money. Except of course the bloodwork showed she doesn't have cancer. BIG RELIEF. She has an appointment with a gastroenterologist on the 19th. Until then, we're in a holding pattern. Life is weird. I was down, we were very down, we were very, very up and then this.
I'm tired. I'm just tired.
And God willing, I'll be back to writing about baseball, baseball cards and other things that don't really matter compared to real life, but are still important for our sanity.
Heaven knows I need the distraction.