Ramblings and runnings

I must admit, I'm getting quite good at this blogging malarkey. There are so many other things that I could be doing or would like to be doing, but can't because I have to make a living. Such is life. But I am not complaining. It could be worse.

I found myself at a loss last weekend. As I'm used to having a whirlwind of deadlines, teaching appointments and writing pressures, it comes as a surprise to me to find that I didn't really need to do anything last Saturday.

I hated it.

I like having things to do because in that place, that activity of being, there is a sense of mountains being conquered, ticks on the to-do list, and last but not least, the sense of achieving something.

Maybe I'm just sad.