The Doctor's Absence

      No, he's not gone fishing, and he's certainly not on the golf course, as those of you that remember the Doc's place of habitation should surmise. After a jaunt up to my old stomping grounds to take care of some rather silly matters of paper and tape (and, of course, a few words and pints with some old friends), the task of finishing things off for a few applications is taking over. And, of course, much time spent in much snow has meant that the Not-So-Good Doc is a sneezing, sniffling and coughing machine, an invention so obvious that it's amazing no one in the deep cold of Canuckistan has yet come up with one. (Work that must be done in winter must, alas, also be met with some form of cold or illness; 'tis as inevitable as the turning of the tide.) So, with all apologies offered in advance, don't look for this blog to be too active for the next little while. Even writing this is taking forever, my head something of a haze and my stomach something of a butter-churn. And still there are curses, er, courses to write, and "statements" to be made, the weight of the latter well-known to those of you that have ever applied to graduate schools or for other miscellaneous positions at universities. Ugh. So, he says, sighing with more than a touch of lethargy, this blog will be back to normal sooner or later. Maybe I should consider following the recently-departed Mr Carson's lead and appoint a guest blogger to do my job for me. **shrug** Things will return to normal. Eventually.