My normally trusty iBook threw a curve ball at my head today. We’re both still on our feet, if a little woozy, but I think I may need to seek advice of counsel, so to speak, once I polish off the week’s deadlines (I have two).
It occurs to me that the universe might possibly be sending me a message, and that it might be smart for me to pay attention. I was turned up to eleven for all of March and the first part of April, and even though the heat is mostly off now, I can tell that I haven’t yet flushed the adrenalin out of my system. I’m still having trouble sleeping–I can’t seem to switch my mind off–and my tongue has gotten a bit too sharp for its own good, both in and out of print. Truth to tell, I’m not much enjoying my own company these days (except when I’m writing about Louis Armstrong, but I can’t do that all the time, much as my publisher would like it!).
Since my iBook is probably going to need a sleepover and I’d already arranged to hit the road for a couple of days, I think I’ll take a little vacation from the blog while I’m at it. Don’t expect to see me again until Friday at the earliest–maybe Monday, if I have any sense. That may not put things completely right, but it can’t hurt, can it?
By the time I rejoin you, I’ll have spent several hours listening to the Hudson flow gently by my park bench, and with a little bit of luck my keel will be somewhat more even. I’ll miss you–I’ve really enjoyed posting lately, even when I was at my most driven–but I hope you’ll like me better when I come back.
Have a nice week. I’ll try to do the same. Take it away, OGIC!