I had precisely zero intention of writing today….or any day in the foreseeable future, if I’m to be honest.
But here I am, prodded by a brief and somewhat half-hearted meander around the internet. I haven’t been frequenting the interwebs much of late, having decided after a rather intense five days of a (very illuminating and enjoyable) challenge on Instagram that I wanted/needed to hide out for a while.
Nothing new there, then. The usual advance-retreat cha-cha that encapsulates my online experience.
I don’t even have any new photos. The back of Buzzy’s head will have to do then. That was taken on one of the few days it hasn’t been raining since….well, the beginning of October, I think.
Anyway, this is just to pop my head up and say ‘hello’ and ‘how are you?’ because I do miss my webby friends.
It seems that in digital life, as in real life, I’m not terribly good at being a friend. I’m far too prone to long absences and clearly have commitment issues.
I shall beg forgiveness then, again.
My health has been crap — mental and physical…a niggling cold followed immediately by a full-blown ‘flu-thing that left me prone and whimpering. I’m in the hacking-up-a-lung phase now, which, although obnoxious, is far better than being unable to walk across a (small) room without having to lie down for a rest.
The mental stuff, well…all par for the course really. My general state of mind, in a visual representation, would probably look like lying face down and dribbling a bit.
So….not terribly jolly, then.
As such, all non-essential jaunts to the digital world are suspended - pending such time as I can muster the required energy and enthusiasm. I’m enjoying the quiet that brings me…I don’t miss the nagging and tugging at my attention. I feel I must gird my loins for the looming festive season and it will require all of my….gird.
There’s no spare gird to be had. It’s going to be a bloody hard one this year — the first without my Grandad, the anniversary of girl-child’s breakdown. Oy.
Be well, lovely peoples…..you are much loved.