I am trying to go to ground. It's so long since I've used the expression, I thought i"d better look it up to make sure of it.

Yes, it means to hide or become inaccessible. Easier said than done living in a city with contacts, commitments and stuff. Stuff just keeps on happening. Where can I hide? How can I become inaccessible?

For one thing, I could stop writing my blog. No, no, not that. I have to do my HST/GST report this week. Can't ignore that. A friend is having a birthday dinner for a neighbour. Have to go. My challenged son has a day off on Friday and I must go over his clothes for spring and try to shovel out his room. (He collects things, even things that are uncollectable.) Have to book a flight while there is a sale on. Also book a VIA rail trip. Tickets for the theatre - that's next week. Rexall 20% off for Seniors Day tomorrow. Deposit a couple of (small) cheques. Get cash for the cleaning lady who comes once a month and cleans the place whether it needs it or not. Write some thank you letters. Send out a few more generic letters. Prepare an application for a contest. Finish writing an essay I began last week. Write a new essay, unrelated, for another organization.

Oh yes, make beef and barley soup and chill con tofu.

Well, now that I look at it, it's not a place to hide that I need. If I just sit back and shut my mind and ignore a few things/people, I'll be able to do it. All I need is time.

Have you noticed that when you have finished all the things you had to do at the computer : answer the mail, delete (or not) the surveys, click out the ads; consider new books and movies; do some event planning; write your blog...and so on. Have you noticed when you've done all that, you don't feel like logging out? Is that why people play games? I gave up games when I bought my new computer and have rigidly avoided getting addicted again. But I still want to hang around and putter. Why is that?

It's not just putting off the next thing you have to do. It's not just that you're comfortable where you are and don't want to move. It must have something to do with the response you get from your fingers on the keyboard. Suddenly there are images and stories and information and yes, music and action. It's all very beguiling.

Right now I have to get dressed to go to a lovely luncheon, very soon, and I'm still sitting here. Oh dear.

P.S. I love you.