No, I'm not hunting wabbits. I've just been really, really busy.
I started my new job three weeks ago and it seems like my feet haven't touched the floor since. My days are packed. From the 45 minute drive to Andover, through eight or more hours in the office, with barely a moment to grab a sandwich, to the drive back home. It's been a little tiring - I haven't worked so much, or rather, I haven't had to concentrate on the same task for hours at a time, for years.
So it's been a bit of a culture shock. Since I started blogging I've always been able to find the odd hour during the working day when I could write a post. And even when I haven't posted every day, it's not as if I didn't have the time to, but I found myself without the will to.
Now I'm having the opposite problem: if I do think of something to blog about, I don't have the time to put my thoughts into electronic form.
I'm slightly resistant to start blogging at home. MLYW doesn't see enough of me as it is, what with Ottershaw Players duties to attend to, so I'm reluctant to spend an hour each night in the study, typing away.
But hey, it's a positive thing. I've got less time because I'm enjoying my work (for the first time in 2 or 3 years) and the days are just flying past.