My name is Steve, and it's been 11 days since my last post.

I do continue to exist within range of the cybersphere. But we had this big denominational convention, which turned out being wildly successful. Being on the planning committee, as well as on staff with our denomination, I was fully engulfed in the thing. The weeks leading up to the event were insanely hectic, though the event itself, for me, was only bedlam hectic. The thing ended last Sunday.

This past week, I've managed to completely wind down. In fact, all traces of ambition have seemingly been sucked out of me. Including the desire to jump back into the blog game. But here I am, 11:30 at night, typing away, trying to produce something of value to those disappointed souls who frequent this thing, and for nearly two weeks have found nothing of value. Well, finding nothing of value is not an unusual occurrance. But finding nothing, period, is not so usual.

I blog, therefore I exist.

Here are some random pokings squeezed from the recesses of my cranium.

• I finished James Patterson's Judge and Jury. That was a very good book. Not as good as his Alex Cross novels, but certainly a heck of a fun read.
• I put up some extra shelves in my garage this weekend. Being a pathetically inept handyman, accomplishments like this give me extraordinary satisfaction.
• Conner likes to pull my beard. He was doing it tonight. Fortunately, it's not very long and he can't get a good grip.
• Spurs in five. But I'm not happy about it. And for the record, I'm still pouting about the cosmic injustice inflicted on the Phoenix Suns.