I was busy and then I turned off. I don’t know yet whether I’m back on. Time will tell. So will I.

I haven’t been outside, My bad. But it was very cold, not quite by Winnipeg standards, of course, but cold enough, especially for someone like me with Reynaud’s Syndrome. And I had work to do, more than the usual.

Someone is interested in my favorite play which has never been produced though I wrote it (and rewrote and rewrote)e over twenty years ago. My —possible? putative?—patron has held a reading and has been showing it to other professional people who seem to be enthusiastic. One of them, the most recent, gave me notes to consider, not really for a rewrite, just ( ! ) for a tweaking.

That takes time and thought. I know every line and every intention of the characters. To change or add or delete something takes a razor blade and careful refitting and fine tuning. And clarity without redundancy.

So it took a while—after my time-consuming and delightful birthday celebrations.

I finished Friday. Saturday I turned off and fell apart. Did nothing. I managed to water the plants. Neglected the Amish starter. I hope it’s not too late or my Easter baking.

As for the blog, time will tell.

Well, I do what I can. Food is the enemy. There’s so much of it. (This is a problem?) I feel guilty even saying so. I cook for other people, but then I have to cope with the leftovers, and then there are leftover leftovers. And I don’t feel like eating. Maybe a taste. Remember Shakespeare’s line: “It’s a poor cook that can’t lick his own fingers.” (Romeo and Juliet) A lick, as you know, is a taste, but what do you do after that? There’s still lots left.

I have my groceries delivered because I gave up my car, I can’t walk far, can’t handle the subway and so on So..I have my groceries delivered. It’s convenient except when one of us makes a mistake. I have to be careful and I do try. I also have to catch other people’s errors. Last week, for example, I ordered 2—count ‘em 2— bananas. My order when I sent it in indicated 2 bananas. I was sent 2 bunches of bananas, 6 bananas in a bunch, about 10 more bananas then I can eat. I cut a couple into breakfast cereal, and more into a fruit salad, gave a couple away twice and this morning, delayed by other events in my life, I finally made some banana bread (I’ll give it away). Actually, I didn’t make them until this afternoon, knocked loose by a wave of inertia. I’m slow these days. Everything takes more time.

Including a rewrite I have to do and I will. Fortunately, I can sit down for that. Did I tell you I have a stiff neck and shoulder from bad posture at the computer? Always something! Champagne troubles. I cannot complain.

I whine a lot though.