Not too much writing.
I think that the 15th anniversary, yesterday, of my Dad's death might be a factor as well, stuff to process again and all that. And then I'm heading to campus today to finish clearing my office; to decide, which, if any, files to transfer from the university computer to my own; and probably to hand in my set of keys. So, yeah, emotional. . . Too much to bare here in the time I'm willing or able to spend on writing at the moment.
Recalcitrant, then, about being here. Dragging my feet when it comes to The Blog.
But. And it's a big one. . . I do know that The Blog is really all of you, and I want us to stay connected. So I thought perhaps I'd share a few pages from the Illustrated Journal I've been keeping.
That's it, that's really the best I can do this morning, so I hope we're still good. Actually, I know we are, because you've always been the kindest, most generous, most supportive readers a blogger could hope for. Which is why I couldn't abandon you no matter how recalcitrant I might feel. Happy Tuesday!