I would if I could

It's way past time for Very Serious Post to prove I am Very Serious Blogger. What should it be? The Middle East (about which I know far too little to have an interesting opinion and yes I know that doesn't stop some people)? The Windschuttle hoax (chortle snort clasps hands over mouth: two words, Windy, 'hoist' and 'petard')? The approaching presidential inauguration? Poor old Matt Hayden? The water crisis, brought home to me anew on the day after Boxing Day in the form of a stench so appalling when I got out of the car at the end of a 2 km gravel road to look at the almost-dead Coorong that I was sufficiently discombobulated to lock myself out of my car in the blazing sun in the middle of nowhere? (That one's a blog post all by itself. Smashing a tinted car window with a rock isn't as easy as you'd think.)

So much to blog about, so little time.

*Goes back to the 20-minutes-each alternating between the 1500 pages of proofreading and the 700-page biography for review, now both overdue*