Busy
Too busy to blog. Even more family are due to descend upon us shortly. Still running errands for terminal friend. Major project finished and have been asked to deliver a talk at a book signing (Write presentation, practice speaking, rehearse, promotional material design, work, work, work). Mrs S has insisted I make time out for fishing as I’m as hyper as a puppy with a new squeaky toy.
All in all, having a nice time. I think.
I was going to say that when life’s too busy to blog it probably means life is good, but it’s doing your friend and your friendship with him a disservice. You get what I mean though, I hope.
Complaining or bragging, Bill? Seriously, it sounds like a fulfilling time – enjoy it well.
I wouldn’t say bragging. Not at all. The book thing is the end result of over five years graft, our friend is still dying. Very much a rollercoaster. Really not sure how I feel about things at present.
Yeah, that’s why I chose the word ‘fulfilling’. (First sentence was just kidding.) Not necessarily all happy stuff, but it sounds like you should feel good about yourself nonetheless. Cheers.