We all know it is possible to be absent in a room, though physically present.
One can sit there and one’s mind can be elsewhere entirely.
Thing is, it doesn’t do to be absent too often. Think of it as Bilbo’s ring. Put it on too often and you begin to disappear.
If someone paid me for writing this stuff, I would do it during my working day. But because life has become almost impossibly full, it has been making me absent at the worst possible time: my time with my husband.
This, as those of you who know my rather exceptional spouse Phil, simply cannot continue, and I think it will have to mean that I cannot go on writing quite as I do now.
One of the things that gives me greatest pleasure is making links and writing about them, visiting places and ferreting out the tales behind them. Life is rich.
But it’s poorer without your soul mate, if you are one of those who has been lucky enough to be gifted with one.
So: this post is a spacer whilst I deliberate what is the best way forward. An apology for being absent at the blogs of all my great friends in cyberspace. A heads-up that daily Shrewsday may not necessarily continue.
Thank-you, friends. I’ll keep you posted.