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A tentative blog to test the temperature. |
A Passing Thought Had the news yesterday of the passing of my younger sister back in England. That leaves me as the last surviving child of my parents. Which was not something I expected. The eldest of us died several years ago and, as the middle sibling, it was reasonable for me to presume that Iād be next. Certainly, I never deserved to live longest, presuming that itās a good thing to be alive. Anyway, it leaves me feeling very alone today. And also aware of how selfish I am to dwell on my personal feelings on the matter, rather than mourning the passing of a sister. Unless this is what they mean by āmourning.ā Word count: 112 |
Lofty Observations Lying in a hospital bed, being wheeled in a gurney from scan to scan, one becomes an expert in hospital ceilings. |
A Slight Advance Whether or not the muse has departed, it seems that I am still able to scribble a few words down in an endeavour to rejoin the flow of WdC. I wrote something for Solaceās three daily exercises yesterday and Iāve done the same today. Plus a little something for Promptly as well. Theyāre small and inconsequential but at least reassure me that I can still shout abuse from the sidelines. Itās the reviews that remain a fearsome obstacle. I donāt care about the badges anymore so thatās not the problem. The sacred duty to pay back the debt to WdC is what matters and reviews are the best way to do that. In time, Iāll be able to return to the field, hopefully. Word count: 123 |