Silence

– Haven't you forgotten something?
– Have I? I don't think so...
– What about the last two months? The absence of posts? No apologies or heartfelt farewells, just silence.
– Oh that. Yes... I was busy...
– For two months?
– Well, not for the full two months. But you know how it is: holidays come along, and you decide it would be nice to have a break from the relentless drudgery of having to churn out deeply meaningful posts ever other day. And then, before you know it, the holiday is over, and you've kind of got into the habit of enjoying the absence of blogging – the long summer evenings are still beckoning, you feel the prime of your youth slipping silently away...
– Wasn't that quite a while ago – the prime of your youth?
– Well, in my case, probably, but I was trying to speak more figuratively. I think. But you get the idea: when you are trying to extract the utmost meaning from life, to suck out all that marrowy stuff, and you don't want to get bogged down in the dull and humdrum.
– And did you?
– I don't know. The summer seemed to disappear before I realised. Not sure there was ever that much marrowy stuff left to suck. Apart from which, I've never been all that fond of that sort of thing: pumpkins, courgettes...
– I'm not sure that's the same marrow that the quote is referring to. But I see your point. They all get a bit soggy when overcooked.