Well, gee. . .

it has really been three years. Time flies when you really don't have much to mark its passing. Saw my name in one of the blog posts today. logged on to my account (took me three tries to remember the password!) to reply and saw I had two unread messages - both over a year old.

Unacceptable.

My sincere and heartfelt apologies for my inattentiveness. As a much younger man was taught to say, "No Excuse, Sir/Ma'am."

I've been around - lurking. After Tiggress passed, I sort of thought, "well, now I have time to write and I will get back to them when I have something to share." Well, I've written. God knows I've written. Journals, essays, heck, I even tried poetry as a complete change from my usual styles. But nothing readable; certainly nothing I would ever want to read or even see again. Keep hoping the crap will run out and the flow will be clean again. And sometimes, it seems to be getting there and then the whole thing just goes spiraling back down the porcelain throne. Its probably therapeutic in and of itself. Stinky, uncomfortable and messy, but therapeutic.

I have always written for my own enjoyment first. If I don't like it, I won't inflict it on others. I can't tell you how many times an Aunt Jane story started and ended when there just wasn't anyway for love and goodness to win out in the end. I had hopes for a sort of "DragNet"/Joe(sephine) Friday tale but it turned into something too dark for my tastes; started going places I just did not want to go. I don't do 'anti-cozies'.

So, Just wanted to let folks know I am still around, and I will try to be more in evidence - answer emails at least. I am still working on the grieving process with the help of family and some really good folks at our local hospice. I'm doing some volunteer work around town and in the local schools. I've lost 60 lbs and have my diabetes back under control. I can honestly say that this year is better than last year and last year was infinitely better (less worse?) than the year before it. Positive trends are being observed.

And my dog is always happy to see me. And maybe I will get to the point where my muse comes back and I can smile at the end of a writing session.

Until next time. Thank you for the lovely notes and emails and for still caring. hugs.

Tigger