Remember when you were teased as a kid and your mom would say something like, "ignore them and they'll go away"?
It doesn't work with blogs.
They wait there on the internet, taunting you. "Why haven't you written anything on me in over a month? It's because you don't have anything interesting or witty to say, isn't it?"
I'm sorry to say that it kind of is. Life has, for the most part, become sort of routine. Up at 5:50 a.m., work from 8-ish to 5-ish, home by whatever time the gods of the M25 see fit.
Occasionally, the gods' whims help me see how I've been completely removed from any routine I previously thought I had. One day the traffic was particularly bad, and I heard on the radio that my exit was closed. I groped in my glove compartment for the GPS and remembered that it was in the other car, as were the maps. I called John, who went online and directed me to the best route available, where everyone else was doing what I was doing, so I continued to sit in traffic. It wasn't until I turned left at Hampton Court that traffic cleared.
Once I got home and John handed me a glass of wine, I thought, "Holy crap. I turned left at Hampton Court to get home." It's a little bit of a rush for an Alison Weir geek to realize that I drove by, as a matter of routine, the place where Henry VIII married Catherine Howard and Kateryn Parr, and where the former was under house arrest and now frequents the Haunted Gallery.
Since my last post, there have been other non-routine events, like passing my UK driving test and spending Christmas in Kent, but I hope I continue to find the prizes amid the day's routine events. In fact, I hope we all do.
