I have spent much of the first month and a bit of 2013 in the fug of very low-level, rather mediocre illness. My Christmas cold finally faded away, to be replaced by another one in late January. Meanwhile my sprained wrist continues to hurt very occasionally, having survived a skiing trip without getting any worse, only by being splinted up every day with a metal rod, and doused in ibuprofen.
This isn’t mentioned to elicit sympathy particularly, not least because it’s not exactly earth-shattering sickness. But along with this grumbling under the weather I’ve had few periods away from the computer: first abroad; then by choice, owing to some odd bug with our home network meaning sometimes one of us gets forced off of an evening. So I haven’t had a great deal of free time, desire or energy to write anything here, not out of any plan so much as coincidence.
There seems little point in writing such a post, that’s almost a non-post. The only reason this is here is that almost new year I have my usual wrestling with doubts about what I want this blog to do, to signify; I often mention that here, ominously, as if to say: maybe this time I’ll pack it all in and leave you all for good, you fools! All I’m saying is that this year’s sudden silence is a result of far more boring circumstances. If you were lying awake at night wondering what might have become of me, wonder no longer.