A pause I'm announcing on the front page has become indispensable.
There've been a few more site changes this weekend, while I'd planned to write about the mystery musician and a couple of others, but life's too busy to fit everyone and everything in unless I pace myself very well over the next few days.
If not before, I'll be back next weekend, when my next week off African duty at the Factory starts; I hope then to post several entries because I find I've no fewer than six in hand for the log itself, two of which are nearly finished with a couple of others well under way.
Last night, I stayed up far too late writing no less than a meditation on the Big L and other "weighty topics" for The Orchard, but it's not ready yet: I didn't realise how differently I've come to feel in the past year about the way love "works" until trying to articulate the insights that have grown during the morning meditations of recent weeks. It's a lot to take in, all that's happened since July and I need to catch my breath!
Along with Ursula, I've planted a handful of bloggers here now.
I hope nobody minds coming off the main roll on the front page, but these girls belong here, whether that's due to getting to know them a bit or because they have outlooks on life I can relate to particularly closely when I read their blogs.
You must forgive me for leaving some mails unanswered for a while too, there are many of them. I'm sorry about this but have pressing priorities in my private life regarding people I know who need me around close to hand.
It's also time to catch up with two of the most treasured people in my life.
I knew why once I embarked on the topic of love since it's the only "explanation" I've got for a small miracle on October 3. That happened with Ellie, who still lets me write this stuff though she's far less bonkers than me.
A while before, she pulled her usual stunt of finding exactly the right words, if only to express the feeling we're so different we wouldn't be on "the same music sheet" any time soon and I agreed with her.
And then suddenly we were, just like that, and we both knew it from the first look we gave one another of that day.
If that's not a small miracle I don't know what is, given my utter inability to "fall out of love" with any woman I've really been in love with. I've never been able to do that. You might as well ask me to fall out of love with music, it's out of the question.
It just doesn't matter any more and is no hindrance to the easy friendship we should have had in the first place. She remains the last woman I intend to fall in love with who turns it into a deepening friendship instead. I've known four such women and that's enough!
It's become totally absurd to wonder how two of them are doing in their own lives without finding out. So I shall.
I blame the musicians, of course, since there's no escape from affairs of the heart in their art.
BJ told me recently that music is the most difficult subject to write about well. I thought it was probably golf or cricket, they're so boring!
But he's right, I guess, unless it's faith. Because I've been having a go at that too and it's extremely hard. Love's easy to write about by comparison, once you know you haven't got a clue what it is and never shall.
One thing love certainly isn't is "blind", that's all I can really say. We are; that's when the trouble starts...
Anyway, enough of all that. Over the next week I've got a lot of musical research to do. I'm still not planning on a 'Best of 2005' list like others have started already, since it's so inappropriate for this site. But there are a few "unknowns" I want to write about and I also many a back-number of a music magazine to read.
So a week's peace and quiet is in order. Even an early night or two.