First of all, let me say that, had I known I was going to abandon this blog for several months, I might have chosen the topic of my last post a little more carefully. As it stands, the fact that I’m a filthy boor living in a nest made of flies was impressed upon anyone who found themselves here over spring and early summer, I’m sure. So update #1 is that all my cooking sherry traps got the job done and my place has been fly-free for a really long time. Pinky swear!
Update #2 is that I just returned to my fly-free apartment after spending two months in Scotland (and a few other places). I had every intention of getting some serious writing done while I was away. I mean, the house where I spent most of my time had furniture with paw feet. Paw feet! Like, I’m pretty sure that all the writers’ lairs in Sim City are filled with paw-foot furniture and Scotch, so I don’t know what went wrong. I guess I was busy.
I think if I tried to craft a single post about my time away I’d have to abandon blogging for good. And here we run into something of a Catch-22 because I can’t abandon blogging for good until I write a post that’s not totally unflattering and self-deprecating, yet I can’t imagine writing a post that’s NOT totally unflattering and self-deprecating. Looks like I’ll just have to continue with the Sisyphean task of making light of my faults, one post at a time.
So the new plan is to share a few stories from my travels here over the next weeks. These stories will not involve tiny flies. Believe!
