"Have you been writing on your blog lately?" my mother asked, her inquiry making it obvious that she has not been visiting it.

In light of this, I considered fabricating a rich and colorful story in which I have been posting daily, and in which my postings have generated the interest of secret society that has contacted me and sworn me to perform a very dangerous mission. I cannot, of course, reveal the nature of that mission and - sadly - they insisted that I remove the VERY interesting post that had caught their notice in the first place. I am not - in my colorful alter-world - at liberty to discuss the topic further, but I DO regret that my mother was not keeping up with my blogging.

"No." I replied. A pause. "I should really get back into that habit."

Now I am distracted by two thoughts. 1 - I have - since that time (mere weeks ago...things change quickly in my world) given up the concept of "should." There is - I tell myself - no "should" - at least not in relation to my behaviors. There is "I choose to" and "I choose not to." That's it. If I do not choose to blog, I don't blog. If I choose to blog, I blog. I am full of mini-altered-life-perspective endeavors like this, and I am curious to see how this one will play out. 2 - How long does it take to form a habit? If I do this two nights in a row, can I say that I'm "in the habit?" What's the technical difference between an "old habit" and a "new habit?"

While I would very much like to explore these distracting questions further, I can't - for two reasons. 1 - I have noticed how late it is growing and realizing that I will not at all enjoy getting up for work in the morning, and 2 - my right ear is feeling quite funny. It's sort of fluttery, but not exactly plugged, and I think I'm going to need to take some time to ponder what sort of health crisis might be headed my way. I'll definitely need to think on it a bit before bed, so I'll have to stop writing.

I'm still going to count this as the beginning of a habit.