Should someone over there ask him/herself what has happened to me, the title of the post is the answer. It has happened in other occasions: If I’m off-line several days chances are that on returning my use of internet will decrease exponentially. The first days after my English trip (by the way, when inspiration returns I must write a post about lovely Northumberland people) I was distracted with things to do at home (three cats now imply an increase of cleaning up their litters and the mess the young ones leave behind), scrolling the pictures of the trip, my fancy to write in cursive latin and reading. Then, I went back to work and, when office work increases internet rambling decrease; it decreases also due to the fact that things that before the routine-breaking seemed absolutely necessary are not anymore. Starting with tumblr which is absolutely the most time-consuming internet activity of them all. These days I have used Twitter mostly just to check how the subject of our admiration goes with it (and to learn some very great news as the agreement between the Old Vic and Digital Theatre… I will be able to see The Crucible!); according to misspelled hastags and mentions, he’s still not used to it but I am sure that it’s more difficult to learn Proctor’s part than to use Twitter and therefore misspelled hastags will be soon a thing of the past. This weekend has been devoted also to an intensive session of apartment cleaning including the painting of some walls; no, I’m not the Pinturicchio of the situation, hubby is but, as you all know, walls cleaning and painting imply white dust looming everywhere and drops of white paint that according to one of the many laws of Murphy fall one centimeter away from the newspaper sheet placed to avoid that inconvenient.
To cut a long (and meaningless) story short: I’ve been too busy this weekend to be online. I have also watched two chapters of Spooks, two of “The Pacific” (I’m quite enjoying that series), finished a book about the history of Hadrian’s wall, etc. etc. I would have liked to write a few lines of my never ending fanfic but together with the off-line peak my inspiration is below zero. Or at least it was, I have been able to write more than three-hundred words saying absolutely nothing.