You might find yourself behind the wheel of a large automobile...

And this is where I find myself at 2:05 a.m. on a Wednesday morning. I'm sitting awake, my belly full of salt and vinegar chips and Lean Pockets cheese pizza, a cup of ice water next to my bed. And I'm waiting...

Waiting for what? I'm not quite sure.

Waiting for sleep to come back, that's one thing.

Waiting for this crazy thing called life to return to a sense of normalcy.

Waiting for a Christmas with few presents, little cash, and the anticipation of a baby on the way...

It just feels like life is in a holding pattern recently. Like things aren't normal (what with the recent sicknesses, my wife's pregnancy, etc.) but they're not really changing either. It's like being on a cruise ship one of the days the boat is "at sea" and there's no real destination for the day, we're all just floating along...

One thing I've realized lately, though, is that I've been neglecting my blog for other means of communication. It's much easier to dash out a quick 'witty' status update on FaceBook than it is to write a full post on here. I apologize for that and will focus on writing more.

And maybe that's my problem right now: I don't have a sense of passion about anything. My wife and kids mean the world to me, of course, and I'm not referring to that kind of passion. But writing doesn't seem to *do it* for me right now. Neither do the video games I usually take solace in. I even went to a movie the other night and left because I just didn't *feel* like watching a movie - I'd rather be at home with my wife.

The only hobby bringing me any real joy lately is reading. I'm re-reading most of Orson Scott Card's books and they're great as always. I find myself wanting to just lay down and get lost in a story. Maybe there's a lesson in there...