What Do You want? I'm Busy.

I know how you feel, love

Don't say it, I know exactly what you're thinking: Where has Sanya been all this time? I ask myself the same question.

You see, in the last two weeks I have moved house, and found a new job teaching in a summer school situated an hour out of the city in a place called Pozuelo de Alarcón: a suburb so sunny and quiet I often wonder if its inhabitants are all members of a cult. Either that, or the adults are all terrified of a small cluster of children with pyschic abilities á la Village of the Damned. I doubt it, though, since half of the kids I'm teaching don't even have the mental capacity to repeat a simple phrase I write on the board. Perhaps they were the factory rejects.

Anyway, the point I'm making is that between my new job, freelancing, my reading (see above) and writing projects (ditto), as well as some other business I won't go into in public, I've very little disposable time. I will, however, try as hard as I can to keep the baying hordes of readers (all six of you) at bay. But if you're waiting for a long time, deal with it: it's a nice day, outside, go for a walk.

That is all; you may go.