I've been off-line far, far too long, and now -- huge breath of congested internet air -- I'm back!
And Yahoo Music playing in the background. Coffeehouse mix, thank you.
Whew. Can't beat it.
I've been out of pocket for innumberable reasons, all dramatic and long-winded and inconsequential to this writing, so suffice it to say I am pleased to have rejoined the ethereal community of fellow people!
To catch up: the aunt is still in the mix. Auntie is her own brand of weirdness undercover, a covert, stealthy brand of evil armed with an old wooden cane and an acrid tongue, but only on lucid days, and fortunately those are few and far between. The "betweens" are boring, rote, low-hum. Then, ZING! Godzilla wakes up in increasingly-rare form and I'm off and running, keeping between her toes when her feet fall so as to not be crushed between those quarter-inch thick, yellowed talons of hers. Ew. But personal habits are an entire chapter all its own.
And look at that, we're all caught up.
So check back, the adventures continue, and now I can vent via keyboard and give Prozac a break now and then!
