Irony

When I am getting ready for work in the morning or even indeed during my commute and not to exclude dinner preparation time, or other moments when I am physically engaged in a task and mentally "available," I do tend to think up all manner of inane minutiae and ponderings which I really should post on my blog next possible opportunity.

And then when I'm sitting behind the computer first of all I don't seem to remember all those unbearably eloquent musings on the mundane trivia of my life and secondly, you guessed it already, as much as I do remember seems terribly, well, mundane, and I don't quite see the point of posting it online for strangers and dear ones to read.

I think I would like a little more excitement in my life, although with excitement often comes change, and with change decisions, and with decisions angst (and sometimes even angst with change when no decisions are required), and in my case also sometimes angst about the lack of change, but we won't go into that right now. And anyway I'm not sure I want to post my angst on the internet although it's no doubt more titillating than details like why is it that Mr. Cat and I are so different in various mundane ways (I am telling you, there was some interesting observation I made earlier today on this point, to myself, but now I can't even remember it in order to bore you with it).

One possible source of excitement is the question as to whether I should get more involved in my church, either more so in the way I am already, or even in some new way?

Another is the question of whether Mr. Cat and I are "meant" to have "kittens". (As for kittens, no quotation marks, we are already looking for a new one.)