Botheration…

Finally got Transit off to the printers – late, as it happens. Nobody told me the deadline was going to be much earlier than usual – I decided to get it sorted by the 15th, but it should have been at the printers by then. O well, I’d better check next time….

C. had a drumming moot at her house on Thursday night. I went along – not for the drumming, but because she had a bonfire, which I usually enjoy.
But not this time. We all sat around it for an hour or so, in the cold drizzle with the wind blowing the smoke everywhere. Eventually, everyone went indoors and started drumming. I made my excuses and went to my house. Almost immediately, a friend phoned with one of her regular crises, which kept me busy for a good hour.
The next morning – urghhh… I was stiff and aching from sitting in the damp, and with a sore throat and eyes from the smoke. Getting Transit printed and posted was a priority. With a page to spare, I had fully intended to write a quick editorial full of insight and wisdom, words to make men weep and women gasp. But, sitting at the keyboard, my head remained aching and empty. So I found something else to fill the page, printed it out, shoved it into the post office, went to bed.
Woke up to a message from the AA office asking where was Transit?
Blahhhh….

But what a sight the Moon has been!