An explanation, of sorts, for the continued if occasionally interrupted radio silence here. It might be, okay, perhaps not necessary (or expected), but a balm for my conscience, so…
The driving factor has been my father and his summer-long there-and-back-again trips to doctors’ offices and recent admittance to the hospital for a heart procedure that will, hopefully, put an end to all of those outpatient visits (or at least dramatically decrease the need for them). I am not the type who can compartmentalize when a family member’s health is at issue, especially my father, and reading has continued to take a backseat, but this time to stress and worry and pursuits that allow me some respite without requiring quite so much concentration or thought. (And I wasn’t going to bring this up here, but it’s a fact of my life, you know? I thought it might be alright to express it as such.)
Juggling all of the things that real life throws in one’s way is a challenge, for everyone, and I’m not immune to dropping the ball, which I’ve done more times than I can count recently. (Janicu, our joint review is numbered among that count. Thanks for being your wonderful, patient self! [Though totally feel free to throw something at me virtually. I won't duck.]) And I kind of don’t remember where I was going with this (see what I mean?!), which is likely the best cue to stop and move on.
My first vacation/staycation of the year is coming up in a few weeks. Those days will hopefully be full of reading and writing and tumbling and rewatching shows and movies and listening to music and baking and things, but this list has a best laid plans feel to it, so who knows? (It will also involve some puppy-sitting; I could end up chasing around a gorgeous, hyperactive ninja of a Pomeranian for the better part of a week and end up accomplishing nothing aside from delivering the best belly rubs the little one has ever experienced. [I'd count that as a win, btw.])
And I have been doing some fun things that have 1) helped me unwind a bit and, 2) had a hand in keeping me out of the reading/blogging loop. My father kicked me out of his hospital room (okay, he didn’t; visiting hours were over for the day and I had to leave anyway, but he did encourage me to go rather than sit at home fretting over something that was completely out of my control) to swing by Maggie Stiefvater’s local tour stop and listen to her talk about The Raven Boys (she was, as you might imagine, incredibly funny and had the best stories to share), and also to see Matthew Mayfield and Matthew Perryman Jones play at this sort of hole in the wall place not too far away (and they were both awesome, but, people, if you ever get the chance to see Mayfield live, do it. He is phenomenal).
Wow. That got long. To sum up: Sorry. I’ll probably continue to be more MIA than not. Thanks for bearing with me.