The Concussion Chronicles

Savvy readers of Prevailing Winds — and would there be any other kind? — undoubtedly have noticed that I’ve not posted much in the last 10 days, and many of them have experienced what L. Ron Hubbard would call “enturbulation,” or distress, because of it.

Most, of course, have simply not noticed, their days blissfully unaffected, their level of upset non-existent, their notice of my absence in the Blogosphere minimal at best.  But a couple of you have checked with me, so it seems I should offer an explanation.  Here it is:

A week ago Monday, on January 28, I slipped and fell on the ice right outside my house and, breaking the fall only with my skull, I got a concussion.  The doctor said I’ll be fine unless I suddenly start acting loopy.  I’m sure some of you would say the bar for my making much sense is already fairly low, but I didn’t feel quite confident enough in the days after the incident to write; my standards and expectations are fairly high for myself, and while I knew I was unaffected, I also knew that what I needed most was rest.

But now it’s time to take quill in hand and unroll the papyrus — there’s just too much going on to sit still much longer!

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