This could be the last day for some time I indulge in serious blogging.

Or not.  I'm bored with making predictions about my behaviour.  I've got into the habit of announcing here what I am going to achieve, and the feel I've let you down when I don't achieve it.

You.  The unseen cloud of witnesses.  No, crowd of witnesses.  Since childhood, I've imagined life as a bit like the final, round-the-stadium, stretch of a Marathon.  The dead or just idle sit in the Grandstands, silent, cheering or jeering.

Blogging fits the fantasy to perfection.

(More follows after an exercise hiatus; the sun's out, for goodness sake - perhaps for the last time this year...  There I go again, making predictions)