Tonight's post is an apology (another one) framed, at least, by a theatrical title - specifically a quotation from what we thespian types superstitiously refer to as 'The Scottish Play'. Technically, the precaution is only necessary in an actual theatre building, but I never like to take chances.
Anyway, pretentious preamble over, the relevance of the quotation is that I'm going to have to postpone my promised post to tomorrow - again. The reason for that is pretty simple and boring. It's been another long and busy day, with an appointment followed by retraining some dear friends and helpers, and I'm tired. Since the arrival of my new chair, in my euphoria at the freedom it has restored, I've been packing as much as possible into my days - and I don't think I adequately prepared myself for the ordinary, non-disability-specific, exhaustion which would ensue. That's not to say I dislike it. On the contrary - it's such a novelty to be using my energy for interesting and enjoyable things, rather than just in an effort to stay upright, and it's one for which I shall be forever grateful.
Whilst it has given me many things to write about, it has ironically also had the effect of stopping me from doing so, because my previous practice of blogging predominantly in the evening is no longer very viable. Basically, by the time I get there (here), I'm shattered. Consequently, if I want to write longer posts, it'll have to be done earlier, and that entails waiting for days on which I actually have free mornings. Like tomorrow. Once I get into the swing of queuing posts, I'm sure it'll be a lot easier to keep to my schedule, but until then all I have to offer you is yet another picture (in prose) of my hands upheld. Sorry - I hope that's okay.
Anyway, pretentious preamble over, the relevance of the quotation is that I'm going to have to postpone my promised post to tomorrow - again. The reason for that is pretty simple and boring. It's been another long and busy day, with an appointment followed by retraining some dear friends and helpers, and I'm tired. Since the arrival of my new chair, in my euphoria at the freedom it has restored, I've been packing as much as possible into my days - and I don't think I adequately prepared myself for the ordinary, non-disability-specific, exhaustion which would ensue. That's not to say I dislike it. On the contrary - it's such a novelty to be using my energy for interesting and enjoyable things, rather than just in an effort to stay upright, and it's one for which I shall be forever grateful.
Whilst it has given me many things to write about, it has ironically also had the effect of stopping me from doing so, because my previous practice of blogging predominantly in the evening is no longer very viable. Basically, by the time I get there (here), I'm shattered. Consequently, if I want to write longer posts, it'll have to be done earlier, and that entails waiting for days on which I actually have free mornings. Like tomorrow. Once I get into the swing of queuing posts, I'm sure it'll be a lot easier to keep to my schedule, but until then all I have to offer you is yet another picture (in prose) of my hands upheld. Sorry - I hope that's okay.
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