First off, I’m not real sure where to start but let me try this.

I was contemplating on tossing my lil blog into the virtual ethers of wherever deleted blogs go. I just got so wound up in prepping and traveling for art shows, pretty much any extra shenanigans stopped.

And it does bother me to not finish started things but I had to choose what I’d finish among all the things I started. If you have a semblance of what I’m saying, say Amen, blink twice or something so we can have a meet-up.

Let me also say that someone familiar got to sniffing around the blog here and I didn’t feel the fire anymore. Let me also admit it’s my fault the sniffing started in the first place. You know how the jail bird ultimately sings…

Any ole how…

Even now, I’m trying to put some order to my steps. I’ve a bit of housecleaning to tend and phone calls to make today. In other words, I’m turning a corner but there’s a small fire I see coming and I’m deliberating on it so as not not to throw gasoline. As I recently shared with Son, you can discipline just about anything in your life if you control what goes in and out of your mouth. I know that comes off contradicting being the jailbird I referenced in an earlier paragraph but the story behind that story is for another day.

My apologies for not being present.