After a few days break from the blogging universe - during which time I built myself a rather lovely island on the internet and then quite predictably burned it to the ground - IC/m quietly re-connecting a little this evening.
IC/m still not sure if itC/s a good idea.
Time appears to be my enemy at the moment - which invites itC/s own guilt trip. It feels like I havenC/t kept in touch with anybody for quite some time now. I need to devote an entire evening to just writing emails, calling people, and so on. I know men are traditionally terrible at the whole social thing, but itC/s no excuse really.
I suppose working from home hasnC/t helped much. While out for dinner with close friends last night we talked a little about it - about not leaving the house for days on end sometimes -about working through countless lunchtimes. ItC/s a slippery slope.
I really do need to get the running shoes back out, and force myself out of the house early on a morning. I love running as the rest of the world wakes up - seeing deliveries arrive in the high street, newspaper boys and girls, bakeries opening their doors. ItC/s the best part of the day.
Anyway. ItC/s getting late.
I just spent the last half an hour catching up with my cousin in California, rather than finish writing this. I suppose that gives you some insight into how easily I fall down rabbit holes - I wrote that paragraph earlier about needing to catch up - and messaged her in another browser tab. When the tab starts flashing to tell me she has replied, I canC/t carry on writing - or at last I try to, but the little flashing notification eventually chips away my resistance.
Maybe if I just switch the computer off, that will work? (he says, knowing Messenger will just start vibrating on his phone instead).
Holy crap - itC/s nearly 1am. How does that happen. Every. Single. Night ?!