Something old, something new, nothing bitter, nothing blue

Little surpasses the relief, the joy, the happiness one feels when restored to former health, energy and fitness. To be able to experience such quiet exuberance compensates for a week of influenza from hell. I still have to rest quite a lot but by golly life is good. I feel purged, ready to wrestle with 2011.

Thank you for your replies to my last post which proved the last straw on my road to fevered halluzinatory oblivion. This blog being one of the best kept secrets in the world started with a handful of people in mind. Each one of you - getting to know you through your own blogs and/or comments – have brought a new dimension to my life. May be, when in either a soppy or a stroppy frame of mind, I might analyze each one in detail some other time  (naturally as humoUrously as possible). I am glad I found you. And that includes GM whose steadfastness and blogging timetable is as reliable as holding onto a bannister.  Please don’t burst into tears but I’d like to mention that I am touched by Conrad’s willingness to leave doors open.  A sentiment most befitting when reflecting on it at Christmas time.

Other than that my blog is a disgrace. I had no idea what a wasteland it’s become till I looked more closely.  Looney waxing lyrical on Aristotle over at his blog, gaelikaa tying herself into knots with her various self imposed blogging schedules,  Magpie keeping me in loons, David Attenborough and other treasure, Ramana soldiering on, Jean asking pertinent questions twice a week, Conrad ripening his leverage, BHB keeping everyone in comments and filling my inbox with much laughter, and where am I? Take the nozzle off the bitch, that’s all I can say.

U

PS Not that the above is a cocktail but Shackman and Mike might like to add their flavour occasionally. Anyone I have not mentioned forgive me:  This is an open house which is not the same as saying that I am indiscriminate.