During these busier days of the year I am enjoying the organic silence in the blogosphere. This should not be misinterpreted: I like the company of fellow bloggers. I learn from those whom I choose to follow, and at the very worst those who I do not but turn up on my radar anyway helpfully convey that much needed quality which I, for one, lack: the ability to rank order and prioritise. What? Anything, it seems. Listing is now a literary genre. A useful one in my book.