I promise. I have a lot to do today but there are tonnes of thoughts looming up in blogtime that I must pay attention to.

Oh, dear. I found a fie folder, about two inches thick, lalelled Blogs. I thought it was s list of blog ideas. Not. It’s a collection of mostly finished, written pieces by me. Some are finished blogs, others detail accounts of daily experiences that struck me as worth writing about. I read them all. Oh, dear.

It took me about an hour and a half, about the length of time it takes to write the first draft of a blog. That, of course , is the reason it’s taking me so long to go through the files. I’m not complaining. I enjoy reliving the experiences and I enjoy, most of the time, reading my own writing (with corrections) and editing).

But time moves on and I must, too. I’ll look for another folder and try to get back to you. It’s still hot. No heat warning, but hot. Matt is coming for a swim and dinner and I have to think of something to cook.

Later.