On the 12th of this month it'll be seven months that I've been out...I have not written and I have no excuse...like Lump reminded me last night, we choose to do what we really want to do. (I hate it when she reminds me of stuff I teach). So I'm up early tapping on the keys...which actually is a lot different than how I had to do it while I was locked up paying my debt to society. There were no computers where I was at, so I hammered my blogs out the old school way, pen and paper, snail mailed them to Lump and then she would edit my mess and post it.
So, I'm back. Kind of sort of because it's been on my mind to write for quite a while now, but also from the prompting of a conversation I had last night with my Aunt Jean....oh how I love me some Aunt Jean. She has no idea how instrumental she has been in my life. More on that perhaps at another time, but for now...hold tight...give me a few days and let's do this thing together again.
...from the inside...