I promised myself and the two of you who read this thing (you know who you are) that I would write toilet-roll-length thoughts and creative writing as often as you have hot dinners and here I am two months later. I'm now trying to rebuild a relationship with blogspot - it's not right this off again on again business. The truth is, I haven't had much to say but have had too much to think about. Like waiting at the airport for my baggage, I've watched these moments go around and around and around...I'm still not quite sure they are mine.
Forgive me for this slack warm-up but of course Halloween, Guy Fawkes Night (does anyone else still call it that?) and Autumn has passed us by and there are plenty of gaps to fill in and not enough time for hindsight so I won't blabber on about what I have done in my life recently; or more to the point, what life has done to me. I too have plunged into hibernation along with the rest of nature; all I've needed is sleep, so why is it that I have walked the waking hours like I'm on a valium-type-of-numbness? Switched off. Not firing on all cylinders as my Little Big sis says.
Today I woke up a little. Rubbing old times from my eyes, scratching my head about tomorrow and having yet another cup of coffee to think about the rest.
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