I've been taking time out from the blogosphere; I haven't timed out. I've been hot in Adelaide and shivered under my own blanket, accompanied by a series of strange dreams. The list of 'things to do' has grown longer, but many of them are happy things. I am changing direction, but as the wheel is still in its turn, I can't say what that will be. But I have shown poems in progress to a couple of people; the words are maybe not as bad as they seem to me sometimes. I have been to a lot of book launches, new words all the time. The sun is out, and last night's rain drips gently from the gutter. So many birds, perhaps the drought is sending them to coasts.