From Limbo

A combination of private and public commitments which all seem to be happening at once have had me unhappily ensconced in the town of Limbo for the past week or so. Limbo is a fun little place situated along Highway 666. You can’t quite see Hell from there but you can smell it and you certainly don’t need the doona on the bed at night. (See map).

I think I may be bunking down here for a while yet.

One unfortunate sidebar of this little sojourn is that few waking minutes are available for journaling – certainly not for the type of reflective writing I like. So … I’ll post bits and pieces when possible and without any pretence of deep and meaningful messages (not consciously at least).

Hence the following ….

Comments

[murray roe]

Time lags with selling a country house, losing mother, and girlfriend moving to BC.
I still want to send you 'Cicindela' guitar music on disc. Your website is terrific.
Murray

[Karen]

I hear ya, Paul. Sounds like we are both visiting Limbo 666 at the same time.

I'll keep a light on for ya.... :-)