Hello… anybody home?
Anything to say? Anything? ‘cause Alan doesn’t seem to. He’s so tapped out blog-wise he’s talking about himself in the third person. Which is kind of sad.
Would that this were because of some event, or even some slow building avalanche of personal circumstance. But no. None of that.
Of the weekend, there is nothing to say that has not been said before: a couple bottles of wine; a DVD; some home-made pizza; not all at the same sitting of course. Family things a joy. Lawn-mowing less so, but hardly a hardship.
All good stuff, but unremarkable. No insight, no attempts at witticism.