Blogging is hard...

So it's been almost two months since I last posted...and before that I only posted a handful of times.  If anyone is reading this, thanks.  I've come to the conclusion that much like Olympic speedwalking, blogging is harder than it looks.  There are several reasons for this.  

First, one should have something to say.  This may be an optional thing for many, but for me it means that I have to also try to think of a clever way of saying it, in which I overthink and over-use ideas, words and concepts to the point of not saying anything at all.

Secondly, I found that when I posted something in the past, I would check my stats several times an hour to see who was viewing.  When in the course of  a week I had 3 views and 1 comment, I began to experience the beginnings of an existential crisis.  I found not posting to be a much simpler solution to overcoming the dark pit of despair than posting more.

Finally, there seems to be an inverse correlation between the amount of time you spend on one thing (ie milking cows) and the amount of time you spend on another (ie sleeping).    I've attempted to explain this concept with a graph.    

In the last two months I've: made 125 pounds of sausage, 50 pounds of jerky, 40 gallons of yogurt, 10 gallons of kefir, 3 pounds of cheese, bought 30 chickens, 3 cows (well not exactly bought) 8 rabbits, 20 high capacity magazines, 2 firearms, 1200 rounds of ammo, hit 3 deer, burned one television in a bonfire, turned in my resignation at one job, signed a contract for another, taught my children how to slackline, shampooed my living room carpet, and entered 1 blog post.