Well, folks, you are dealing with one whacko broad raht chere.
Oh. Maybe you already figured that out.
I should give you more credit, huh? Sorry.
I'd like to say the crisis has passed, but as long as there is
life here, we can always find some crisis.
I think it is safe to say, however, that for now, it has abated.
Progress, tiny bits that it might be, is being made. Panic over.
Normal breathing resumed.
Besides, I seem to be addicted to this blogworld and the
writing that goes with it. Not a bad thing, that.
I just needed some time to prioritize and make a better
schedule for my life... in all areas.
If I'm not careful, I just might become somewhat efficient.
If you know me, that thought will make you giggle.
I have been writing during my absence. There are three posts
waiting in draft. The first two are poems. The first one might
give you a good look at my mood when I went AWOL from here.
I eagerly await your comments. Posting will be tomorrow.
During my lighter than normal blog browsing, I came across a
quote on Sgt. Hook's blog, posted by Drill Sgt. Bleu who
periodically adds his words of wisdom and ranting there:
"The pessimist complains about the wind; the optimist expects
it to change; the realist adjusts the sails."
William Arthur Ward
I like that... a lot. And, finding it today was perfect timing for me.
Much thanks to all of you who continued to check for life here
and offer words of encouragement in comments and e-mail.