a peace offering
Hi, all. It's me. You know. The girl who's supposed to be writing things in this space, but isn't. Yeah that one. So...things have gotten a little difficult as of late. No reason to worry, but I couldn't let the days and weeks continue to roll on without mentioning that. I don't have much mental energy left, and the logon screen often leaves me wordless and witless. I don't have plans to close this blog, but I do know that if I don't let myself off the hook about a few things and soon, you may find me running down the street with underwear strapped to my head, raving about 'the pressure!' It's all self-inflicted of course, but it's high time I sorted some things out. I'm not sure how long that will take, but I hope to be back to something close to normal soon, writing about dog poo and the pursuit of happiness.
I will still be around, plugging away at 52 weeks and visiting your lovely corners of the internet. And if a jar of wilty lilacs isn't enough of a peace-offering, how about a little dog smile? I hope that will do. Until then...
Much, much love,