I feel mild trepidation as I send out another post publicly, putting myself out there again for all to judge. We are addicted to judgment and positioning ourselves with respect (or disrespect) to other people. A terrible game with no winners. Another gorgeous day, but me struggling somewhat to pull myself out of the doldrums. I think I succeeded, and anyway it’s just the usual background noise plus separation from my beloved which is doing my head in so slightly. It’s not that bad.

I think I’m out of it. And (bonus!) I racked up another draft post in that other blog, because — as seems to keep happening — although I started a post which I intended to publish this week, inspiration struck at the last minute and I found myself writing about something entirely unrelated. This raises the frightening possibility that I could be writing more than one post per week to that blog, plus seven to this one, and one to that other one. Maybe I am a blogoholic? Uh oh.