Waking up

Ran into Mary in the hairdresser's tonight. "Thought you were dead" she said. Not true, actually, as we'd seen each other in church on Sunday. What she meant was: "You haven't posted anything on the blog for a long time".

Well, the blog is a narrowboat adventure, and Erin Mae is hibernating – and the last post was about winterisation, which I assumed would give a clue. Still, it has been seven weeks, while Christmas and New Year have come and gone, and we've got used to 2012. So this bear has yawned, and stuck his snout out of the burrow, and decided it's about time to make a few noises.

A new sort of routine has settled in, with my best beloved at the local leisure centre five times a week to see what a mixture of functional fitness, aqua aerobics and gym work can do for that bikini-beckoning profile and the arty-whatsit joint. The sauna and jacuzzi and tea with other class members are just possibly part of the attraction, too. Meanwhile, I've gone back to the college for 2 days a week and more, doing database development. It's a ball! Loving every minute. All the fun, and none of the pressure of senior management. In fact, I'm doing lots of (probably unpaid) overtime as new solutions suggest themselves at 7 p.m., and the college network is just an internet link away.

All of which is why I've not blogged for a long time. Come to think, I haven't been reading anybody else's blogs either – there will be a zillion posts on Google Reader. But (who knows?) the bear might not go back to sleep now. Thanks for the alarm call, Mary.