'Time flies when you're having fun' or when you've become totally obsessed with the state of your digestive system.
It's the latter for me. I've been under the weather or downright unwell since last Christmas but am now getting things under control.
It'a sticky hot day here and I'm writing because I have nobody interesting to talk to, this is not unusual.
The most intellectually stimulating time I have lasts 15 minutes on alternate Tuesday mornings when the Library van comes around. The rest of the time I talk about the weather and other trivia with my elderly neighbours.
I don't mind the lack of talking most of the time because I have .............. The Internet, hooray, huzzah, yip yip etc.
May divine blessings rain down continually on Tim Berners-Lee. He is my greatest Hero!
I don't mind solitude much either because the alternative is too ghastly to face and anyway I have the dog. He is no conversationalist, but he is a Presence. I only mind being alone when I feel ill and having felt ill a lot recently I have had some bad days.
Now I feel healthier my mind has returned to important stuff like this blog and my writing which has also languished.
I don't feel guilty about the writing inactivity because I couldn't work up the energy to do anything at all. I wasn't out partying, unfortunately.
In other news:
My grandaughter became a happy Bride and I was duly weepy.
My Grandson found himself an excellent job and seems happy.
The rest of my family are ticking over nicely too. I think.