Well, that ended up being a much shorter blogging break than I anticipated. It’s your fault, you know. That’s why I’m going all Brokeback Mountain on your asses.
I did! I missed you all very much. (Except maybe you. And you there—get your hand out of your pants and zip up.)
Thank you all so much for your wonderful, touching comments, and big hugs to everyone who sent personal emails. And an extra batch of big hugs to Cathy, for the stunningly revitalizing reiki session. Also, a huge vat of buttered noodles to Brother Jon for the shoutout on Sunday. I’ll say it again: You guys are awesome. Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you. I’ve been deeply humbled by the outpouring of kindness from everyone.
It got me thinking . . . why should I deprive myself of the joy of your company? As long as I make sure to take time for all the other things I want and need to do, there’s no reason I can’t blog too. Everything in moderation, that’s all.
I’ve been ridiculously, almost comically productive over the past week. The momentum is powering my mojo again. A lot faster than I expected. I feel great.
And I got a pedicure—the first one I’ve had in well over a year. I chose a rich, dark red polish color called “Head Mistress.”
So I’m back. Get ready for Madame Weebles 2.0.