In an ironic case of biting off more than I can chew, I found myself, tonight, trying to compile a "potluck" roundup of blog entries for the RevGalBlogPals . At the time I volunteered, it sounded like fun.
After receiving only a few nominations via e-mail for inclusion in the roundup, I decided to go through the RevGals blogroll and randomly review blogs for inspiration; I know that, back when the RevGals blog roundup was an almost-daily event, I enjoyed being able to browse through lots of them, and wanted to recreate that. But was at the end of the C's that I started to hyperventilate from the sheer volume of blogs I had yet to scan, at which point the blogroll mercifully disappeared from the page, for some unknown technical reason.
So that's where I'm at, here at midnight. I used to read quite a few blogs every day, but lately I simply haven't had the time. And I miss them. I miss the people who write them. As another blogger in a similar frame of mind noted ruefully of her own diminished participation in blogdom, "There's a party going on and I'm not there." All of which is to say, I think my first roundup is going to be my last. I'd rather be reading blogs for pleasure, and writing my own -- another pleasure that's gone by the wayside lately in my overprogrammed life.