I Say A Lot Of Things...

Like, "I promise", or "never again; and, "that last one was too long since the previous one, I should really repent, and do better..."

I mean everything I say, I'm just a little unreliable.

Silence--or wordlessless, in this case--is as justifiable as it can be: I've been moving (as those of you who have been following me know). Moving, in case you haven"t experienced it, is hard.

And if you're doing it across continents, it's even harder.

I have not stopped wanting to write. I have not stopped wanting to make sentences sing.

What I have done is moved. I am now back in the backyard of my upbringing. I have made a pit stop at my mother's home. I've seen favourites, kissed babies, spun appropriate yarns, and smiled. Smiled until my cheeks hurt..

Thank you for your patience.

Comments

[esrose]

It is nice to know you are OK and that your word singing is in good tune. Good to hear from you.

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[Max]

Take your time, baby.

[Jeff]

Yes. You're back. Happy Happy Happy

[Will]

Good to hear from you, and that the moving process is ended. I just went through it, too, and know how hard it is. Take care of yourself and blog when you can. Your singing words are listened for readily.