Half-way Point

Last Sunday was the Feast of John the Baptist. It was also (gasp) the half-way point of the year. There is a connection between those two facts which was quite clear at the time, but I can't quite recall it. I do, however, recall the priest's horror that he hasn't got round to fulfilling so many of his intentions for this year. Nor have I.

In fact, as far as I am concerned, the year is pretty well shot. We are still involved with some repercussions from my sister-in-law's death. That involves dealing with a number of documents, and I am often relegated to the time consuming position of proof-reader, IT consultant (no laughter, please) and personal assistant. The weather threatens to be unpleasantly hot, and that means very little action on my part. Wimbledon approaches, and though I usually only watch the last two or three days, I can write them off. It doesn't sound too responsible to say I intend to sit in front of the television for several of the following weeks, but I love the Olympics. I feel like A.E. Housman. If fifty springs are little room for him to look at cherry blossom, I, who have used up my three score and ten, can't expect many more chances to watch the likes of Usain Bolt. I am expecting to be kept very busy toward the end of the year and before we know it, Christmas will be here. Followed by 2013.

On top of all this, I am gradually climbing out of a problem with vitamin B-12 deficiency which means that if a chore isn't done by lunch-time, there's not much chance it will get done at all. For now none of this is a a real problem, so I have time to read. Lots of time. Encouraging comments, anyone?