I think I’ve come to terms with the fact that I’m not going to ever do an entire year of posting daily, although it doesn’t mean I’m entirely happy about it. The first two unexpected sabbaticals in this year of attempted daily blogging had specific reasons, which I thought would be the limit of my absences. I was wrong, and it was another reason entirely.
Thursday morning saw me wake up with a sore throat that felt like I was swallowing a golf ball, a fever, a wooziness, turning to dizziness when I stood up, and alternating between hot and cold. It wasn’t a specific illness, but a bumper crop of symptoms to make me feel unwell and not want to do anything but stay under a duvet and doing nothing. I was lucky that my lovely girlfriend provided me with home-made soup to nourish me, but I couldn’t concentrate at all. I watched films and some television stored on the PVR, but that was it. I couldn’t even focus sufficiently to do anything on the internet. So blogging was not on the cards.
I was recovering by Saturday, but I was still too tired and not up to doing anything as focussed as writing. It is vaguely possible that I could have posted something on Sunday, but I didn’t have it in me – I like to think there is at least some sort of intellectual process involved in what I laughingly call the content of this blog. I was surprised by the fatigue I felt due to the illness, and the impact it had on my creative impulse; looks like I can add ‘not blogging when I’m ill’ to the list of reasons for empty patches in my archives. Who knew? Back to the routine tomorrow.