I did not mean to be gone so long.

Life sometimes fractures. Between busy, unexpected interruptions, and chaos in many forms, we find our comfort zones evaporating and all we see and all we can do is manage the immediate emergency.

Getting old sucks, but adapting is fundamental to all forms of survival. So, I need to adapt, carve time for those things that bring joy and satisfaction.

So, it's time to share more of my productive self.

I have been writing, I have also been on a reading spree, and I have also been active in a writing group, striving to build each other up.

Just because nothings been posted here, doesn't mean I've crawled in a cave and gone to sleep. Although, I am finding sleep comes easier and it sometimes calls to me at the heart of the day. This worries me. I should be getting things done.

I am getting many things done, but not getting things finished. Does that make sense? Maybe I need an intervention?

I need focus, but I more and more my mind goes..."Squirrel!" and I'm chasing, never catching.

These ramblings are reflective of my state of mind.

Pretty pathetic?