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I'm Back

Forgive my absence. These are busy times, and are we not all entitled to more than one mid-life crisis?

So I ran away from home for a long weekend. I visited people that I've been "meaning to visit" for quite some time, a cousin and a friend, each living several hours away.

It was good.

I wrote the chapter from the road, amidst distraction and with little to no revising, but I enjoyed it. And I've decided that perhaps in another thirty years or so, my writing talent will be polished enough to support my retirement. Perhaps not in style, but hey, I'll use my fat social security check for the champagne and caviar.

Meanwhile, I am adjusting to the lovelies that slap one sober after returning from an escape. Half a dozen files, neatly stacked in my inbox, patiently await my attention, as I curse this damn multi-line phone. Oh, and who paid the bills last week?

Yeah, that's what I thought.

Good to be back!

And Happy Valentine's Day! If you're not happy about it, you're not a florist, a jeweler, or newly engaged. It is a minority holiday you see. The rest of us are not supposed to enjoy it; we are simply to survive it.

Suck it up. Nine hours and counting.

(And to all of you who got the "Who's Your Daddy?" text, sorry. I was bored on the drive back yesterday. Oh, and if you didn't get it, I either don't have your cell number, or I have too much respect for your innocent mind. But if you'd like it, let me know. I got plenty where that came from...)