If you’re there, please pick up the phone, I really want to talk to you. (silence)
The fact that you’re not answering leads me to believe you’re either: A.) Not at home; B.) Home, but don’t want to talk to me; or C.) Home, desperately want to talk to me, but trapped under something heavy.
By way of explaining why I’ve not been able to post anything here at Fish & Bicycles since last Thursday, I could paraphrase Harry’s Option C. I’ve just had another 4-day weekend, and as I wrote a week ago, coming back to work after time off can make one question the whole concept of vacations.
Of course, the truth is that the weekend was great and I did not have internet access, in a good way, the whole time. Lots of reading (a new genre for me, crime novels by Norwegian writer Karin Fossum), beach walks, bicycle rides, and afternoon tea.
Now, if someone would just pry this anvil off of me, I’ll soon get back to my daily virtual scribblings.