Well, January went quickly. See- I really want that to be "went quick" but I can't do it. And that's pretty much how I've been and how it's gotten to be Saturday and I still haven't blogged. At least 4 times a day something passes through my head and I say, "I gotta blog about that." Then I go back to doing what I was doing and it's promptly forgotten.
The flu is taking more last bows than Liberace. It's been almost 6 weeks. The only thing that works is sleep. On the days I get 8 hours of sleep I gain on it but it's not always easy to sleep. I've been tiring myself out. Since Billy is in a Herculean Task with all that Mac bought and hoarded- the dining room is wall-to-wall, he just told me- I've decided to get off my ass and do things here. There was all of the holiday schmaltzarama to pack up. In Billy's cleanout, he's been sending me some of Mac's overspending evidence. So I'm sorting thru that too, and finding appropriate homes for what I can't use. Then there are plenty more boxes of my own to sort out, stuff untouched since coming back from the flood. There're still missing items and I've been back a year and almost 3 months. Ya think it's time to search maybe, and even lighten the load a bit? Of course, the physical exertion bites me in the ass. I'm trying to find that happy place where I'm worked out enough but not so much that pain will keep me awake. And I spend way too much time farting around on facebook. Getting back in touch with everyone (godalmighty I've known a lot of people) and responding to each little conversation....well it's very, very time-consuming. I'm a newbie in it too. It'll calm down and fairly soon I'll be ignoring a lot and not responding unless necessary. I've been on the phone more in the last week than I have in the past few months put together. And when all of that's not going on and I'm not doing the other regular things in life I'm working on the book. Not the Gimp's Guide. No non-fiction; I don't know that I'll ever finish the two books I thought most important. This is children's market, the 8-12 year old crowd. It's mystery, it doesn't talk down to kids, it's semi-serious. And I'm having fun writing it. No nightmares, no crying. Escape.
So yeah, that's how time has been spent and a small quasi-excuse for not being here.
I keep telling myself I'll take notes on what I want to blog about. Or I'll remember it (Ha!). It's just too busy. Being sick is even a busy business these days. It seems to me I get sick more when I'm not smoking. Perhaps Ian had a point, he used to argue that smoking preoccupied your lungs and made them impervious to germs. :) Anyway, things should slow down with the anniversaries of death and Ed Gorey world without humor known as February. It's always been a bit ironic to me that the very most miserable month of the year begins with the sweet fire festival of Imbolc. We're halfway to Spring. Ah well.
Off I go to light my candles...
The Door Is Ajar.
6 days ago