OK, I'm tired of hearing about blogger burnout already. Stop whining, people. You wanna write, you write. You don't wanna write, you don't. There are no obligations here, unless you're one of those rare people who gets paid for expressing their opinion on this here IntarWeb thingumabob.

Now, me, I'm going to go spend a little time at our small-town festival, Prairie Pioneer Days. You're all welcome to stop on by—I'll even be marching in the parade down main street tomorrow at 3, with the Stevens County Humane Society. (Whoa...I hope I don't get parade burnout. The pressure of all those eyes looking at me...the kids hoping I'll hand them some candy...the float judging...the endless walking. Maybe I shouldn't do it.)

This afternoon, I'm also going off to Alexandria to see a Fahrenheit 9/11 matinee. I'll probably be inspired to throw a few words on the ol' weblog afterwards. In the next few days I'll almost certainly be rummaging around in the science journals as I prepare for my fall term class and as I fuss over my fishies, and something there will also prompt me to organize my thoughts a little and drain the cerebral buildup onto a web page.

That's the way it works. Something nudges the noggin and opinions spill out. "Burnout"? Give me a break. You're just taking this stuff too seriously.