Okay, true to my sad blog form here, I'm blogging again after a hiatus of a few years or months or something. You see, people seem to think that I should be doing other things when I come home in the evenings, like acting as their chauffeur/maid/lifetime indentured servant/slave. Let me tell you, it doesn't leave a heck of a lot of time for me to write/paint/breathe.
The upside is that the dogs and cats still love me, whether I collapse on my sofa like a curly-haired slug at the end of the day with glass of Tempranillo in one hand and Douglas Adams in the other -- I'm telling you, the older I get, the more convinced I am that Deep Thought was really onto something with the whole Answer to the Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything equals 42 thing -- or whether I decide to recite Chaucer in Middle English -- just for the whole amusement of it, mind you -- while standing on top of one of the dog houses with the Huskies. Yes, the verdict IS still out whether I am suffering from brain damage due to falling off the bed when I was a baby or whether it's simply the eccentricities of inbreeding that lead to my weirdness.
