~ sixteen days

Just as I was about to get serious with my blogging, (amongst other things,) something deadly, deadly serious fell from the sky, scooped me up and planted me in a sixteen day Dantean nightmare, from which, thank the Blind Watchmaker, I have at last been extracted.

I don’t know how candid I should be, but for now I’ll just say that it came down to my love of the halfling’s leaf. Did it cloud my mind? Most emphatically. Did it expose my soft underbelly to the impersonal machinery of the state? Again, emphatically.

Down the track, I hope I’ll have some eye-opening tales to tell, but at present discretion is my watch-word and I won’t say too much. Or anything at all, really.

Over the last few days, I’ve just been focusing on myself and my family. At first glance, it seemed our world had been tipped upside side and left to moulder on the nature strip. But with a little effort, and the return to comfortable routines, with immersion in the love of wife and radiant daughter, and by reminding oneself that, although our financial problems seem insurmountable, they are not, and are actually a lot less severe than many.

Thankfully, there is a silver lining. When something pulls you up in your life, however ferociously, there is the chance to reset, reflect, recalibrate. To start again from scratch, if necessary. To either surge forth or clear the slate. It’s a time to count the positives, and, at least in my situation, they add up to a beautiful total.