Nor, thankfully, is this post about a plague of biblical proportions. After all, we’re still in a global pandemic. Adding a meteorological event featuring millions of insects would be a little bit over the top, (although my late, great, hedgehog Duncan would have loved it).
No, these crickets are of the metaphorical kind, garnished with a dollop of guilt.
I knew it had been a while since I had posted on my blog, but I had no idea until I set out to write this post that it had been more than two months. Covid-19 has done bizarre things to the space-time continuum, and I do well to remember what day it is.
I’m not teaching at the moment, due to having an autoimmune disease and doctors’ orders to stay away from the classroom. I’m a substitute teacher, so no one is really missing me — not the way I’m missing them — and so my days just drift by, looking much the same, one after another. Were it not for the fact I have the heat on, I might not even realize it’s no longer summer.
The stagnation of so many months looking the same has led to my creative well drying up. But after making a break from my own bubble of safety to a friend’s bubble of safety in a different province in recent weeks, my Muse suddenly woke up, stretched, looked around, and decided that — among other things — this blog no longer suits her.
Stay tuned for renovations, now that the crickets have been evicted!
PS — Tim? You’re going to have to tweak your sidebar when I’m done. *wink*
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