So I booked a hotel, bought tickets and started -packing. Ah yes, a week in paradise with nothing to do but loaf, read and sight see.
And then it happened: an accident that would have kept most people at home recuperating, I slipped on a wet tile floor and fractured three ribs and did other minor damage. But somehow I was able to convince the doctor to let me go anyway. Then the next day I slipped on a storeage trunk and injured my lower back: no problem; some Ibubrofen 800 and the pain was gone.
But the thing that bothered me the most was that I had missed nearly a week in a row of blogs after nearly ten years in a row of only a few missed days.
The human ego is a tender thing.