gag ordered

I sometimes wonder if all my best adventures are behind me. It's a sobering thought, and not a welcoming one.

I am busy, but not with post-worthy activities. I went to a screening on Monday (Get Out) and again on Tuesday (The Sense of and Ending). But what can I really say beyond I liked  both films?

I haven't been writing often because any drama in my life is mostly banned from this blog.

Family. Everyone has something to say about family. Small and large misunderstandings. Unintended (hopefully) slights. And the desire to get along beyond the obligatory holidays. I have written things in the past that I thought were innocuous only to find out later that I've deeply offended someone. I don't think anyone in my family even reads my blog, except for my mom occasionally, and my nephew Michael.  

Friends. Recently I wrote that Petunia (of course not her real name) and I went shopping together. Petunia is very private and wrote to me asking that I delete her name. I of course obliged. But it now makes me overly cautious. I try not to mention any friends, unless I've explicitly been given their permission.

And then there's my job. Oh, the stories I could tell. Some outrageous, some funny, some heart-warming, and some pathetic. All would make for great story-telling.  But alas, I cannot. I've been warned. Literally.

So I'm left with little but the mundane to write about.

Or maybe this should be my incentive to find some wildly exciting new endeavor.