Anybody reading this who’s not a spammer knows I’m not what you call a “consistent,” or “focused,” or even a particularly “interesting” blogger. I have my same few dead ponies I enthusiastically beat around and around the blogular racetrack. Yaaaargh. My husband David is not alone in being pretty bored with endless “Amazing Race” gushfests; now that TAR7 has run its “halfway round the world and back again” course I won’t have quite so much easy found blogfodder to post. Hmmm. Hmmmity hummity hmmm. That’s a lot of thumb-twiddling on the horizon unless I get cracking, eh?