It’s Kentwell time.
I’m not ready. I’m never ready. I trudge through my days frittering time away and then suddenly panic that the deadline is upon me.
I don’t know why I do that. I think I’m getting worse at it, or maybe it’s just that there are more of us to get ready. (Where *is* that bag of children’s nether hose? )
I keep hearing about stuffocation, which describes my life admirably, I’m drowning in things. A week in a tent is quite appealing. I will have to make do and mend, probably quite literally. It will be relaxing.
I also keep hearing about digital detoxes. I have little choice in that. This phone lasts around 10 hours in use. I’ll have an external battery pack but only one. So that’s maybe an hour a day to check essential emails, wave a twitter, post a pic to instagram. (Don’t suppose anyone out there would take me a daily #4oclockphoto of the sky would they? )
It will all be good for me. And for the children, who will unfurl in a simpler and at the same time more complicated world. (There is little more complicated than spending a day being two people. The one you are, and a tudor overlay. )
So, there are no scheduled posts as I’d planned. While there may be quick picture posts, there are none of the giveaways I’d intended to arrange to keep the traffic ticking over. My klout and rankings will plummet, and do you know what? That’s OK too.
Catch you on the flipside.
(I was up with the sun this morning, and I’m writing this in the garden listening to birdsong. It’s a good way to start the day. )
Ps there may still be posts if I get off twitter and write a couple just now! )