So I'm writing.
I have no concrete idea about what, but I finally feel guilty enough about not writing, that, if nothing else, I will write about that!
Is that more nuts or sad? I can't decide. I do this thing for the pleasure of it, not an obligation to it. Writing's not the boss of me!
Yet...I'd gotten in the habit of doing it frequently, and --turns out some people even read it-- so taking such a long break became...conspicuous - and,
Really? I'm totally fine with that.
I've just been chilling. Spring has sprung; it's beautiful around these parts. I may not be off the grid, (in at least one sense) but I have most definitely been offline. As with all else, politics and policymaking go on, plenty of people's two cents about it blanket the blogosphere; I don't need to chime in.
Look at these orchids.