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.