2007: some thoughts

I don't usually do the new year's resolution thing for obvious reasons, but in 2006 my life got rather cluttered (due to the fact that I do three jobs at the moment, the two half-time ones plus the teaching and other work with students) plus I had a big break at the end of December, so it seemed like it would be a good chance to make some plans and restart some things I'd let slide. Unfortunately on the morning of New Year's Eve I was already feeling a bit dodgy, and by the evening I was definitely ill, and I have spent most of the time in between in bed or on my sofa nursing the worst flu I have had since autumn 2000. I think I got it from some ill monks in Palestine, in a reverse of the usual situation where one goes to monasteries for healing. That would explain why the uncomfortable flu vaccination I took the precaution of having (grrr!) has failed to protect me from it. I suppose it's an illustration of the vanity of human plans, or something.

The only tiny good thing about flu is the point where your voice goes all gravelly, and I can go around saying "Oh Mr Rigsby!" to myself and giggling. I suppose even this small satisfaction is denied to men, but maybe they can say "It was a time of heroes" which might be as good.

In the meantime, I'm trying to think of some reason why the 8th January 2007 is a natural division. It's the day after Orthodox Christmas, and it's the feast day of both St Pega and St Wulfsige, but I'm not currently finding any of those very convincing.