I am here, alive, and, while not exactly thriving,
doing a little better than just surviving.
Actually, I’ve had a busy ten days or so. The wife
flew to Montreal for a couple of days (right after the Paris attack, much to
our fears) leaving me alone with the two little troublemakers for 100 hours.
Spent two days getting the lawn leaf-free. Father-in-law came up for a visit.
Had two job interviews for some potential 9-5 work. Completed a massive novel,
then suffered painfully from reader’s block. Fought a cold to a stalemate.
Fought the black dog just as valiantly, though less successfully.
I do have stuff on deck. A review of aforementioned novel. A
meditation on sports (formed in the shower after watching that devastating New
York Giant loss to the Patriots). A short post about my youngest, Patch. A
couple other less developed things. Just life getting in the way of getting my
behind in the chair in front of the laptop.
This Thanksgiving four-day weekend I am bringing my
laptop with me when the family visits my parents in their Pennsylvanian
hideaway. I’ll post some stuff in the next few days and end the three-week
self-publishing hiatus I’ve (involuntarily / voluntarily) been on.
See you real soon.
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