No, no, no, no, no...
This is not an ex-blog. It has not ceased to be. It may have ceased to be interesting, but that's another matter entirely.
Just deadlines. Work and deadlines and more deadline, with a cheery of work on top.
Weigh-in last Tuesday was disappointing - 17st 3.75. Humph.
Now I'm off, probably for a week without net access, and certainly for a wekk without Nazi Scales - first in Torquay...as ya do...and then in York...as you probably don't, as it seems to be twinned with the Middle of Bleedin' Nowhere...
Haven't really started again. Have tried. Have failed. Got a week away from my normal routines. Oddly enough, might be just what's needed at the moment; have a feeling my normal routines have got a bit abnormal.
Also of course, just to add a note of crushing sombreness - a year tomorrow, my dad died. Getting out of Dodge is probably a good thing on that front too. Catch you on the flipside, Disappearers!
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