The Centre. Can. Not. Hold.

I really love blogging.

I thought I would tell you. Just in case you couldn't tell.

I've been at it for two and a half years now and manage two blogs. Admittedly, some days better than others.

And I am very conscious of the fact that if you blog on something approaching a semi-regular schedule, they will come. Of course, the converse is equally true. If you don't ... they won't.

But as I posted in my Under the Weather post, I have not been feeling well as of late. Really not feeling well. Not a simple cold or some other type of virus. But a major flare-up of a chronic health condition.

And so it as that life is piling up at the moment. As is, not coincidentally, the pile of stuff on my desk about which I would like to blog.

So now I ask the very serious question .... What's a middle-age woman girl to do?

And the answer, in all honesty, is that I don't know.

Obviously, this is about stuff a lot more serious than just blogging. [She says with no small amount of chagrin ... just blogging, indeed. Sacrilege!]

Work.

Two teenagers. Both running in very opposite directions at the moment.

A house. A home. A family.

I've been to the doctor. We've played with my meds. [Yes, doctor. More drugs. Please. More drugs.] So for now, I suppose, we wait and see.

And so it is that I ask my semi-regular following of two to stick this out with me. I want to keep this up. I really do. But, for the moment at least, it just doesn't seem doable.

I will still, no doubt, be found at my regular haunts (you know who you are). But as for own blogs ...

Now having said that, I could well be back in a day or two. Bright-eyed and busy-tailed. Or some variation thereof. So, hey, if writing this post ironically results in my "cure", I'll be the first in line to cheer. But if not ... all I can say is that I will be back. Eventually.

Until further notice then.