May may not be the cruellest month -- but it is certainly the busiest. Between the election and its aftermath, the end of teaching and a small burst of sunshine, academic writing and conferencing, my examinations and the waist-high pile of marking they generate, this peat worrier has been crucified by work this month, by turns zonked, distracted and uninspired.
So just a wee note to say -- I'm not dead; I haven't given up the ghost. The lectures are now over. The papers are graded. The brief sun has sunk beneath a more familiar Glasgow raincloud. Normal blogging service to resume here very shortly.