No, I cannot get back into the blogging routine, I just cannot. I have come back from holiday, sent the books to the winners of the literary give-away ‘raffle’, unpacked my suitcase, hastily finished a project report and geared myself up for some presentations and sulked myself to sleep reading a couple of books. But no, no energy to think about reviews, about you, about anything but simply getting through the day. And I had such a great holiday and felt so on top of the world physically. Mentally though I am sinking into a lethargy unheard of. Time to pull myself together:
I’ve read a couple of books on my e-reader, watched a couple of good series on tv, read the newspapers over the weekend, finished my work report (96 pages) and created and delivered presentations on the outcome. It’s none of that of course, rather it’s about all the ramifications of starting a new job in August and finishing my current one. Yes, on the move again and weighing up all the pros and cons. I’ll come out of it, I’m sure. Not quite there yet though. What happened to the after effects of this wonderful holiday we had? I’m hanging on, reminding myself of that beach, the wonderful time with granddaughter and the moment when she grabbed my hand and asked ‘Grandma, is that God?’:
Mmmmm I had to think for a bit, wondering what was going on in that six-year-old head. She accepted my response that actually this was Makarios, even though she had no idea who that was either.