My Fault

My dog woke me up at 3:30 this morning wanting to play catch and it was my fault entirely. I had gotten out of bed a few minutes earlier for a trip to the bathroom, something I almost never do, and he promptly went off to find one of his tennis balls to play with me. By the time he returned I was already in bed well on my way to sleep, a blissful state he corrected with a couple of taps on my head with a paw followed by dropping his ball to my cheek, which rolled off my face on to the bed and thence to the floor. This I studiously ignored. What? No response? Then repeat as necessary. I sat up before he could drop the ball on me for the fourth time and the next five minutes tossed him the ball in the dark (I throw within a meter of him in the sitting postion and he tries to catch it before it hits the floor). What with work the way it is I haven’t been spending the time I usually do playing with him so I guess I owed at least this. The same goes for this blog. I’m stalled in the midst of three significant articles which right now require more hours than I can rationally even remotely consider putting in. I have my “The Ethics of Cheating” article almost completed, but because I think this post has the potential to be one of my better pieces I don’t want to rush it out before it’s ready. My Dara Torres post is still only in outline form and requires far too much work to contemplate at this time (I now understand why nationally syndicated columnists only write one article a week). Besides which, recent events have seemingly overtaken her and piling on yet more evidence of cheating doesn’t seem to be a particularly rewarding endeavour anymore. If individuals still believe Torres is clean in the face of what must be considered rational logic then some more indirect evidence isn’t going to budge them a bit anyways. So no rush there. I do have my end of season report card post virtually finished except for my comparison photos; but with very little accomplished this past season except for my near miraculous physiological transformation the pictures will become the post’s centerpiece. Consequently until I get them done that post isn’t going to see the light of day either. This leaves me with my current project possessing the working title “Fair and Balanced”, which will become the third piece of a three part exploration inadvertently started with “It’s Getting Surreal Out There” and its companion post “Believe”. I’ve committed myself to getting this one out but it still has some hours to go. It will be, with sincere regret, by far my most controversial writing to date and is yet another reason why my Dara Torres post languishes unfinished. I’m aiming to complete it, however, before the weekend is over so for those few who do read this blog thank you for your patience and hang around a little longer.