fear not, Penelope; some things have changed.

the lovely layout is dead.  I don’t have the source files and I wouldn’t know how to put humpty dumpty back together again anyway.  Survived by Fritz von Runte, father (design) and Karolina Lach, mother (typography).  R.I.P.

I am caught in the undertow of study – everything in my life at this moment demands my complete attention lest any one thing slip. No idle hours spent crafting the cheeky novel or digging up family skeletons.  Every minute is spent attending to the here, the immediate and the now at the expense of everything else (and probably my future in some sense).  I am feeling the years accelerate and I am terrified that I lost my balance so easily.  I miss fitness and freedom and time.  But i’ll get there.  I have made some commitments and I will feel infinitely better when they are acheived to completion.  My odyssey has turned – I have escaped the embrace of the siren and am heading home – I reinforce my boat with anything I have to face Poseidon head on in the coming years, whenever that may be.  AT LEAST I have reached some fluidity with my life, the rhythm is natural, so much that I am not conscious anymore of every agonising minute.  I am living now, in present time completely.  Sod the rest for the moment, because it has only given me the perspective I needed to do exactly what I am doing right now.