Actually I was playing cool. Yeah, you know, sure, it’s good not to blog for a while. Bit of a break, a hiatus, time to smell the roses and not write about the scent. Even reading friends’ blogs is less appealing when you can’t blog yourself. This morning my restored laptop beckoned to me, asking me to check it out before showering, having breakfast, but newspapers were bare, my blog dead, my email empty except for spam, after a fortnight of “I’m not checking my email cos I’m on holiday messages”. I read a paper copy of Wired instead, which nearly satisfied my longings. Over lunch of course I couldn’t entirely keep conversation to elegant subject matters but couldn’t help the occasional “so Hanna, if I don’t have the password to my blog or to my mysql database…” and she magically typed and fixed and I’ll admit it: I missed my blog.