So what excuse is there that anyone would care to hear for being absent and neglectful for FIVE MONTHS!?! My fingers were crushed in a horrible farming accident and I couldn't type. I had severe post-election depression and have been institutionalized and over-medicated. I was cultivating a new-found romance with France and all things French. Priorities shift, deadlines loom, creative outlets get pushed to the periphery no matter how dearly they are missed. . .
Spring is a time of new beginnings. It's good to be back . . . .