Gently does it. I sat down and thought of all the weird, wonderful and simplistic things which could have prevented me from blogging for so long - coma, alien abduction, arctic expedition, none of them had the ring of truth I sought - because none of them would be true. Ill health does ring true. But ill health is complicated, 'wordy' and doesn't really convey the depth and nature of the issues bedeviling me for so long. So there you have it, Rory's been ill, very ill. and that has to suffice for now. I'm better now, I know this because I can see, I can type (albeit painfully), I can walk, I can play guitar again - hell I can even hop skip and jump but I'm still working on the landings. I'm back blogging because I need to - I missed everyone here, even those with whom I might be at variance with their points of view. So why push it? Why turn up now? Well it seems to me there's a whole lot of hate and trouble going on out there (I'm pointing to the street from my window but 'street' = planet).
People who have genuine affection for one another and probably more importantly, genuine affection for those they don't even know, need to gather now. There's an urgency in the air. These are horrid times for so many. Let's see if we can write our way out of all that ails us as a species and a planet.
I cannot be held responsible for any posts made after 9pm however - I take my wonder drugs then. Jonathan Swift would be proud of me.
To those of you who are still blogging after these years have elapsed - Good on ya :)
Missed you all.
PS - Don't ya just hate trying to remember passwords after years of not signing in?