There is a Race coming up.
Instead of running, I’ve been eating, sitting, shopping. I haven’t been immobile, if that’s what you’re thinking, on the beach in that mythical island I wrote recently about. But that’s not the same as running as if your life depended on it.
When time is running out, one suddenly knows the importance of things.
I have to run, literally, and dear readers, I hope to be back soon and write properly. And thoughtfully.