Ah. Having missed two days blogging this year so far, I am already losing my blog-voice. Not sure what to write about.
It doesn't help that by far the most interesting and gossip-worthy thing that has happened to me in a long time is completely unshareable. Both cheering and startling, it drove me to the bottle last night. I can't deny it, I had one too many. I fell asleep on the sofa. This must indeed be a sign of age, hitting the cooking sherry (and I'll never do that again, own-brand Amontillado doesn't greatly agree with me) before drinking the normal quantity of wine simply sends me to sleep.
However, today was good, and no after-effects. My friend Mary came over in the morning. She, who is terribly busy and has an ill mother-in-law to look after, is always concerned that I'm doing too much. I do about a tenth of what she does, and with much worse grace, but she is so kind. I told her about the blog party and she was quite encouraged - huzzah, Z has friends! ... even if most of them have never actually met me.
"What's the name of your blog, again?" she asked. Several of my real life friends have asked me that, but it's rare that any of them actually checks it out. Anyway, it's at this point that I always feel a bit embarrassed that I chose a damn fool name for my blog. "razorbladeoflife," I muttered awkwardly. She wanted to know how much I write every (mostly) day. I showed her, on my phone, a few posts and she was struck by quite how much it is. After all, she knows me as reticent and a good listener.
Hang on, that's not true. But she was silenced for a few minutes.
Anyway, I am finally catching up with work, because I'm determined to take this weekend off. And the weekend is starting sometime tomorrow morning, because I'm going over to see Weeza and the children for lunch.