just in case anyone is wondering

I'm not dead, just busy
my head and my computer is filled with information on local government
and peace
and development
and health policies

and I've been on the radio three times to talk about www.thumzup.co.za... the new project which makes sure that all my waking hours are totally filled
with work and fun and planning a huge birthday party for myself (there'll be a juggler and candy floss and very tipsy tea).
and when I should be sleeping I'm kept awake by the new puppy (whose father is so big that he rested his head lovingly on my shoulder to say hello when I was standing up. in heels)

but if there is anyone out there who is still reading, I will be back.
soon

Comments

SE'LAH... said…
take your time.
will be right here
waiting for you.

one love.
25 January 2010 at 06:40
Anonymous said…
You filled the lapa space yet?
25 January 2010 at 11:41
Meri said…
I haven't forgotten you. Just couldn't remember if I'd commented on this yet. I see I haven't.
3 February 2010 at 21:49
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1 March 2010 at 14:23
Angie Muresan said…
Best of luck to you, Lynne. Hope you accomplish all you need to. Your birthday party sounds like a ton of fun! Enjoy! And Happy Birthday!
15 March 2010 at 01:42
Meri said…
Still waiting for your return. I'm heading to the beach day after tomorrow for a week of silence, so I won't be posted either, at least I don't think I will.
29 March 2010 at 20:56
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