Ann Voskamp has done it for me again. I really like this post and might have sniffled my way through. Here’s a taste: She writes it on my chart: Tipped into failure. It’s right there in ink. ****** You’ve got to be kidding me — I haven’t just tipped into heart failure just right now.
Two Plays The other week I went to two plays in one week (it never rains but it pours). Constellations, by British playright Nick Payne (he could be some long lost relative), was suitably entertaining. There were only two actors on stage, who repeated the same scenes over and over with slightly different outcomes. I
I went far away and off the grid again on Saturday. I had actually been thinking that ‘I really need a Saturday’ to just be and get organised on the home front. Then the invitation came through mid-week for another bushwalk, and I thought, ‘what the heck, I’m going’. If there’s people going on a
So, it’s all been quiet on the western front of late, but I have actually been spending more time on my silly blog than in ages gone by. The reason is that hopefully you are now here, at the new url, with the shiny new site! I have gone very close to mental over this,
While I have been running a long time, at varying levels of intensity, I have never felt much inclined to be competitive about it or run with a great crowd of other people (call it the INFJ personality type or what you will), but this morning I got up at ridiculous o’clock to run 10km