on neglectfulness

Dear Blog,

I’m sorry I’ve been neglecting you. I thought about posting yesterday about Obama’s re-election — observations on how my family and my friends in America are all Republican, but I am not (nor are most ex-pats I know!), and the irony that I celebrated Obama’s victory with my German boyfriend — but I didn’t. Because I was at work all day, and I feel guilty about posting at work. And then there was rehearsal and Evensong, followed by a long but productive PGCF committee meeting, and I didn’t get to bed until long after I normally would have turned into a pumpkin. And that’s with Wednesdays being my usual evening ‘home’.

It isn’t that I don’t have things to post about. I just don’t have time. It’s not you, Blog, it’s me.

But I have started reading fiction again, in snippets, a chapter before bed even if it’s after the Pumpkin Hour. Reading Patricia A. McKillip is a breath of fresh air in all the busyness.

Hopefully tomorrow I’ll remember Friday’s Favourite Things. Until then,

Your busy, scatterbrained author,


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