As If Bolted From the Blue
So I bet you're all wondering where I've been. Did I finally crash into that classic wall where internet based journals make feeble promises about keeping up, and then taper out altogether? Did you think you had suddenly been put on an extreme filter, because my life had become so overnightly juicy that I could only share the secrets with an elaborately chosen few?
Eh.
I think it'd be more easily summed up to say that I've been travelling. And sick, a little. And preoccupied, in the spaces during and between those times. Life has started shifting into a new mode, and it is fascinating and constantly to be explored, and my spare time...that is... the time all on my lonesome in which I usually accomplish the mundanities of existance, well, that has dwindled to only wee hours and oddly placed snippets. Which, actually, is the consequence of the things that mean that I am recently so happy as to be ridiculous. Which is good for me and my health and my psyche, and for my travellings, and for my days and nights, but has a tendency to heap neglect upon the dear reader. That's you.
Eh.
I think it'd be more easily summed up to say that I've been travelling. And sick, a little. And preoccupied, in the spaces during and between those times. Life has started shifting into a new mode, and it is fascinating and constantly to be explored, and my spare time...that is... the time all on my lonesome in which I usually accomplish the mundanities of existance, well, that has dwindled to only wee hours and oddly placed snippets. Which, actually, is the consequence of the things that mean that I am recently so happy as to be ridiculous. Which is good for me and my health and my psyche, and for my travellings, and for my days and nights, but has a tendency to heap neglect upon the dear reader. That's you.