It’s nothing threatening in the long term, but the ol’ sleep patterns have become somewhat erratic (as in “sometimes I wasn’t doing it”) and it has become glaringly obvious that attention is needed by some other areas of my (alleged) life.
I have not run out of content for Both My Readers™: what is lacking is the spark required to sit down, start writing, and keep going until I have a finely-crafted piece of wordy drivel, which can then be intermingled with the usual twee graphics and thrust upon an unsuspecting blogosphere.
There’s a cubic plethora of other stuff to do:
- shopping for lumber, ladder and assorted home repair stuffs;
- assisting Herself in random acts of clever consumerism;
- giving the Poor Old Bloody Old Dog some exercise away from home (a bored poodle is a dangerous creature indeed);
- the ongoing Frankensteining and upgrade of my small herd of boxen and peripherals;
- getting serious quotes for the new rainwater tank and hot water system (if Herself gets a cold shower this winter, I may be in deep doo-doo).
Back soonish.
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