You may have noticed that I haven't blogged in over a month. It's not because there hasn't been plenty to blog about because there has been. The little narrator in my head has still been blabbing away, but none of that rambling has made it here in print. I'm not blogging now to make excuses, just to give more of an explanation, of sorts.
My explanation is this: Frankly, My Dear, I......just didn't want to. Plain and simple.
When you combine the winter blahs that make me question if this is the year I visit the doctor and confess that I'm not even close perfect and need a little something something to help me deal with that fact and 3 separate and fantastically stubborn head and chest colds from the end of January to the first of March, I didn't want to do anything. Anything except perhaps diving into a vat of creamed butter and sugar and never coming up for air.
But the cold is starting to dissipate. The sun's appearances are becoming steadier. My running is more on schedule and a course of antibiotics has kicked those sinusitis germs to the curb. And best of all, I am finally starting to feel like doing anything again. So bring it!
Parachute pants FTW
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