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chock-a-block, or Summertime Terror

chock-a-block: extremely full; crowded; jammed: a room chockablock with furniture and plants.

After nearly a month without posting I figure a slight overhaul is in order. Firstly, a name change. I do a lot of blog reading but not a lot of blog posting not for lack of content but rather lack of motivation. What might make it easier? What might motivate me to post? Could something as simple as a name change and shift of focus goose me enough to get me going? Probably not. But we'll see.

Secondly, a template change. Not dedicated enough to the previous design to feel any grief over losing it, figured out how to add a title field to my posts, discovered the new Customization tools. Could something as simple as a new look and possibly a new banner goose me enough to get me going? Probably not. But we'll see.

I think (hope?) my main motivation for posting more regularly might be my sudden planned change in schedule. For the first time in two decades I'm taking the summer off.



See, I'm not sure if that's a gleeful shout or a terrified scream. What I'm hoping to do now with chock-a-blog is document my summer with my son Jack, who won't be going to summer camp this year. We have an entire blissful summer of freedom ahead of us.

What on earth are we going to do?

I'll let you know.

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