Disenchanted

There are days when I ask myself why I bother with this blog.

The obvious answer is to keep track of the things my children do. Not for nothing, but my memory is kind of crap now that I’ve had those two brain surgeries. [Sometimes it bothers me. A lot. But I’m getting better at admitting that it happens, so that’s good. Right?]

I think I’m just in a weird funk.

Does that make sense?