I freely admit I've been lacking inspiration on this blog lately. I'm just feeling quiet, I guess. Introspective rather than outrospective. Yes, I know outrospective is not a real word. It seems like the perfect word to describe blogging though -- being outwardly focused and sharing your thoughts, as opposed to looking inward and sorting through what you find there on your own.
I think it must be part of the grieving process somehow. I mostly just want to hang out with John, snuggle with Seamus, do stuff around the house, read, watch TV, and cocoon. There were all sorts of things I said I would do as soon as our lives returned to normal, but I haven't done them. Well, I have been working out more regularly, which is wonderful, but that's it. I don't care about planning ahead. I don't care about being social. Yes, I want to figure out a new fertility plan. Yes, I want to see my friends again. Yes, I want to plan a vacation. In fact, I think I really need a vacation at this point. Yes, I still want to sign up for a writing workshop. Yes, we probably should start thinking about buying a second car.
Instead though, I've read something like six books in two weeks...baked a pie (my first lattice top crust ever)...made cupcakes...cleaned the ktichen...done laundry...walked Seamus...lost a chess game to John...had many lovely conversations with John...and watched several episodes of The Tudors. I'm becoming quite the expert on 16th century religious debates and royal controversies. I have managed to resist cleaning the bathrooms though. So we know I'm still me.
I'm just me on a little hiatus from my usual forward-moving self.
Nothing wrong with hanging back for a while. Give yourself some time to readjust.
(Oh! And The Tudors! Love! LoveThe Tudors!)
Haven't seen the Tudors, though the previews look pretty cool.
For a funny read about Henry VIII - I'd recommend "The autobiography of Henry VII, with notes by his fool Will Somers" - which is quite amusing. Whenever Henry tries to be all pompous, there is an aside from the fool, saying how it really was.
For a later politico-philosophical perspective, I'd recommend Neal Stephenson's Baroque Cycle, for a late 17th century take on stuff.