I guess one reason why I haven't been blogging a lot lately is that I'm tired of posting fluff. There's probably lots of interesting things going on in my life, but I'm either not ready to share, or they really are inconsequential, self-indulgent fluffiness. So, like a bad story within a story, I am now blogging about how I don't want to blog about things.

I've been listening to music from high school and college lately. Suede, The Sundays, Belly, Throwing Muses, and with me as always, The Smiths and Morrissey. I don't feel old, but I certainly don't feel as young as I used to be. Running and working out have become a chore. Remember when I could eat anything I wanted to, at any time of day, and still have a great workout? Did I abuse my body back then, causing it to rebel against me now? I've gained a couple of pounds. Pounds I could probably use. But pounds who settled in places I'd rather not have them. Boo Metabolism!

I'm trying to convince myself that I'm just feeling nostalgic for some reason. For what, I don't know.

For the record, I know I'm not old. But I don't feel like a kid anymore, either. I feel like I'm just here. Floating. Stuck in between stages.

Speaking of being stuck between those stages, we have tickets for Frank Black and Tom Petty next week. We are curious about what the audience make-up will be. "Kids" like us, who grew up with Tom Petty as classic rock and Frank Black as uber-modern? Or people our parents' ages, who have always been Tom Petty fans and have no idea who Frank Black is?