Sorry that the blog has been duller than an airline steak knife of late. Just that I'm drowning in a sea of stress created by other people solely it seems to see whether I can survive a cortisol tsunami.
There's work with its immovable deadlines and multi headed opinion beasts. It's like trying to tame Medusa's mane at times. Then there's Jude's move and wee things going wrong there from time to time (no sound on the cable box - so no TV... not a major issue but a niggle and an example)
There's me trying to stay social and not become a (slightly) thinner Aretha - tied to the house by some strange force over which I've no control.
There are minor house screw ups in London. Insurances, gardens, painting to be done... all of that stuff. All hard from a distance.
There's a credit card that cancels itself upon use and allows you access to re-activate only via a UK freefone number that doesn't work outside of the US.
And then there's being alone. Missing your wife. Wanting a new life. And generally feeling sorrier for yourself than you should.
None of which excuse the inactivity - all of which contribute to it.
1 comment:
well... in times of stress... i always find there's refief in pornography...
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