Hello to my long lost blog.

My hiatus has been a real disservice to my vast and loyal readership.  I owe you an apology.  For all the times you've sat in front of your screen refreshing in the vain hope that a post would reveal itself, I am sorry.  It's been thirteen years.  That's a lot of refreshes.

I was a young man thirteen years ago.  I like to think I am still a young man, but young with a hint of middle age.  Like a ripe cheese.  Mature, but not past due.

Since my last post I've moved to California, back to Washington, and back to California again.  I've gotten married, and have a sweet 7 year old niece.  I don't have any kids of my own, or a dog.  Also, no cat.  I've become a much better cook.  My closest friends are all the same people.

Is this helping?

I think maybe I'll start blogging.  It's sufficiently out of style now, I feel fairly certain that no one will ever read this (if I'm wrong, leave a comment).

Why don't we insert a photo, just for the hell of it.






My God.  Look how bald I am.  I think in 2007 I might have still been pretending I had hair.  I can no longer entertain that illusion.

Wow.  Okay, that was a lot.  I feel like you really know me. 

We'll see how this goes.

Bye.



Comments

Anonymous said…
This has been a really helpful reintroduction. Good to have you back.

MD
23/8/22 08:07
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