Here I am piddling around with my blog again (avoiding necessary housework) and listening to real writers chat on NPR when my New Years Resolution was supposed to be for me to spend my time with a different kind of, more involved kind of, turn the radio off and think in silence kind of writing. I’m looking at my clown resume. I’m not very good.  I used to be a different kind of thin, innocent, energy filled ingenue kind of performer.  Someday I will be a wacky old lady don’t care what I say kind of performer.  Right now I am struggling to perform from the societal position of invisible matron of a certain age and I don’t feel very interesting.  Long long marathon slog.  And oh look, it’s 2:04 already.  I have 26 minutes left before I have to leave home to go pick up My Kid from school