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October 8th, 2026

a little hibernate

I don't have an inflated enough opinion of myself to think that many people will miss me.

However, I don't want anybody that might be wondering why nothing new has appeared here for ages to think either that I've died – given the recent posts about my health – or have just given up blogging.

I'm officially 'having a break'.

Nothing is happening. Literally.

I'm doing very little to spark any writing thoughts. In fact, I struggle to be awake long enough to have any thoughts at all throughout a day. Even if I do have the blogging whim, sustaining concentration time at the keyboard to think of words, and the order they should be in, soon sends me off to sleep again before I've done many.

My name is Bear, and I'm having a little hibernate. Although I might wake up for snacks well before the spring gets here.

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