Observations on not blogging for a week:
Partly, I’ve been busy. There was my one-day trip to London last week, and I had another staff person’s teaching to cover, plus the usual beginning-of-year meetings and bureaucratica. Partly, now that Margaret and I are together, in one place, and not with anyone else around (our home), I’m quite happy to concentrate on communicating, watching movies, going out to the pub for drinks, and various other pastimes with her. “We have so much in common, we both love soup and snow peas, we love the outdoors, and talking and not talking. We could not talk or talk forever and still find things to not talk about.”
Part of that effect comes from being able, right away, to talk with her about things that come to my attention. When we were apart, or when we were preoccupied with divergent sets of responsibilities, it was simplest for me to just blog an idea or a perspective. That way, I didn’t lose it, and I didn’t have to try to remember it till we met again and had time to talk.
Having been blogging for nigh on to nine years, I’m reluctant to just stop — but the changes in the Blogarian ethos (the transition to microblogging formats such as Facebook and Twitter), the changes in my own online patterns of reading and participating, and my home life all occasion some reconsideration of what I do, digitally, and how I do it.
Anyway, I’m still here. I’m healthy and happy, very busy, and taking care of my new-immigrant beloved. It is, as they say, all good.