Thank you for your emails, text messages, even the surprise phone call from Missy who I may or may not have ever talked to on the phone before. 🙂
I dropped off the face of the earth to battle some pretty gnarly health issues, and then I used the down time to figure out how to deal with personal relationships with my family and friends.
I couldn’t even remember the password to this blog. That’s how long it’s been.
But now I’m back. I’ve been cut and gutted, stitched back up and supplemented with numbing creams (and pills that do the same that I refuse to take).
Except I may be less tolerant now. Re-writing your will when you’re under 40-years-old might do that to you, right?
Also, I might use a few more cuss words to get my point across. Because I’ve dealt with some shit that has no other word other than that: Shit.
Shit. Shit Shit. And if you don’t like that particular word, then don’t read my blog, and go lock yourself in a room and read Harry effing Potter. Live out the fantasy and find the golden ring or something where foul words don’t exist.
Effing. See me censoring myself? I’ll try to be good. I promise. Sorry Lyle.
Note: I’m 40 now, not under 40. That makes me “middle-aged” and right about everything, right?