life is currently boring

You ever get in a rut? I'm in a rut. Don't want to be in it, but I'm stuck.

There are a ton of things going on around me right not -- well maybe not right at this very moment -- but yet I'm not exactly "enjoying" them.

I mean the former president, George H.W. "Not Gonna Do It" Bush, was in town today. Did it affect me? Nope. I didn't see him -- well, I read about him and saw his picture in my paper, but it didn't exactly affect me on a personal level.

The Saints are 5-1! My Bulldogs actually won a game! Heck, the freakin' World Series is going on right now -- the stupid media darling Detroit Tigers threw away Game 4 tonight and now trail 3 games to 1. We're in the middle of football season -- NFL and college are heating up, prep playoffs are right around the corner. The NBA will tip off soon, as will my personal favorite, college hoops. And, oh yeah, the freakin' World Series is going on. Doesn't really faze me.

So I stare at myself in the bathroom mirror, after brushing my teeth and applying my new facial cream that my wife bought for me, and slap myself silly. Snap out of it!

We've got high attendance Sunday this weekend at church, and my class of 7th and 8th graders is competing for a chance to win $300 to use any way they want. Brilliant move, by the way -- give a bunch of junior highers free reign over 300 bucks! Saturday night, we have a lock-in for high school guys at the church. I'm stoked -- on the inside. Outside, I'm stoic.

I'm making some progress -- though not enough to please my wife -- with finishing up the paint touchups and cleaning up the den (aka Tech Blue Room). Yet, I don't want to do it, and it's not pleasing me. I'm tired of all the boxes and the clutter, but I don't want to fix it. I'm just a bleary-eyed fool most of the time.

Maybe it's the new work schedule -- thanks to a vacation, I'm working nights this week -- that has me all out of whack. I just can't shake it. Help!

I did talk to an old buddy tonight that I hadn't spoken to in so long. Fun times. We vowed to stay in touch. Sometimes, I good at that. Sometimes, as in the case of my boys Ryan Moats and Brent Hammett, who have stopped returning my calls (yes, I'm calling you out!), I'm too good at staying in touch. Other times, I'm horrible. As in the time I talked to my old friend Keren Corley two days before her birthday, and vowed to call her on her birthday. Haven't talked to her since, and that was more than two weeks ago.

Maybe I'm disconnected from my old crew, and that's got me down. I feel out of touch -- from family, from friends, from everyone but my co-workers and the kids at church. I have my blog, but sometimes I crave personal interaction, and since talking in person isn't going to happen that often, it's a simple phone call. But usually I'm too lazy or too busy -- or too both -- to pick up the phone. And when I do, it's usually not returned (Ryan and Brent!).

As the good book says, this too shall pass. I just hope it passes sooner, rather than later.