I’m back from my annual musical get-together on Star Island, but am in no shape for writing just yet. It was a fantastic weekend — we spent the days working out the more difficult material, and hosted performances/parties for all the other guests on the island every night into the wee hours — but after four nights of going to bed at 2:30 a.m. and getting up at 8 or so for breakfast (not to mention liberal consumption of adult beverages every evening), I was completely exhausted, and ended up coming down with a nasty chest cold during a long day of travel yesterday.
I’ll be back in harness in a day or two.
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Well Malcolm when you do manage to recover (and do take your time, well earned in my opinion) Some thing seems to be making the rounds, an illness of a kind we, over here, I think we noticed earlier than they.
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Malcolm, those late nights and intoxicating libations are for young people you know!
Robert, though I suspect you are right, of course, I’ll quote Dylan Thomas:
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
It was well worth it.