What happened was that I fell off the ladder. Broke both wrists and aggravated an old crack in the backbone. I was trying to clean the rain gutters. It's been something.
But that's not why I haven't been posting. It's mostly the mull factor. I've been mulling over where to take this thing called blog, how much time to put into it, how personal I should get. Blah, blah, blah.
An aggravating factor in my case--which I understand is a common thread amongst INTPs--is the struggle for quality. Since I got any good at it, writing has been hard work for me. Every word I'd like to be carefully chosen, every idea cleverly crafted. Unfortunately, too often, it's not worth the effort. So I skip it. And then I skip it the next day, and then the next. . .
What I need to do is not take myself so seriously. My writing should be more like my cooking. Some meals are symphonies, created for true pleasure. Others are thrown together just to get the young uns off my back. We can have both. And I think the blogoshere can endure both types of writing from your humble corespondent.
It's been more than a month since the fall but it's time to get back on with this. There's too much going on in the Worlds of politics and religion to stay quiet. Too much fun to be had.