Yeah, yeah, ok, we get it, you can quote Shakespeare. Go you.
But really, is that even a question?
So how are you guys? The nice thing about having a tiny readership is that when I ask that question, I have specific people in mind. Yeah, you. I'm looking at you. I miss you. What's up?
So since the last time I posted something here, lots of things have changed. I moved. 40 miles. In the dead of winter. Instead of a mountain in my backyard, there's a stream. No more fields and sugar shacks, but I'm enjoying the shit out of seeing what's coming up in the garden, and anticipating what's going to come next. It feels good: cozy, like a hobbit hole, or a witch's cottage. You never know, next full moon might see me skyclad under the giant pines. The kid is in a new school. The brother started school. I took a semester off. Jon Stewart retired. Obviously, words cannot describe how much I miss him, but I honor his decision to get out before he became an embittered old man. That would have been ugly for all of us.
I'm pushing to post more regularly here, and to write more regularly in general. This is a secret, just between us, because I've seen what often happens when a writer returns from a long hiatus with big plans for blogging at high volume. I don't want to set myself up for failure, so I'm whispering. With conviction.