No, I haven't disappeared.
I've been here, but I went inside my head.
Easy to get into, difficult to emerge from.
(Yes, I dangled, sue me.)
I have been totally engrossed in books, and I mean totally.
I've been thinking about what books to add to my homegrown syllabus, and considering all sorts of ideas about good and evil, hero development, and how female protagonists have changed so much in 40 years.
Last time I left off I was back in Medieval Germany, but lately I've been planted firmly in Lewis/L'Engle world.
I read A Wind in the Door (22), The Demigod Files (Percy Jackson and the Olympians) (23), A Swiftly Tilting Planet (24), The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe (25) (finally finished!), The Horse and His Boy (26), and A Ring of Endless Light (27).
In the past two weeks I haven't read a book for anyone over the age of 14.
Can you understand now why I disappeared into my head?
I was recreating my childhood (or creating a better one).
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm heading back there.