It's been almost a year since I've been here. A lot can happen in a year, and, for me, much has happened, indeed. But that story isn't today's focus. Of immediate concern is the state things around here--what on earth? I stopped by to, you know, check out the old digs and I couldn't believe the entropy: crumbling entryway in the form of missing design graphics (my virtual landscaper apparently quit), trash manifested in junk comments from automated bots, dead links like so many tangled vines. I mean, I know I refer to this as my "place," but I meant it in a metaphoric sense, with no literal link to the Laws of Thermodynamics implied. But alas, it seems no dwelling is immune to decay, and if I am to move back in, even as a summer getaway, I need to do some pruning and painting to make this place inhabitable for us again.
We'll be in various stages of construction for a few days. If you're new and want to get a feel for how we roll around here on a good day, then stop by to read about my actual habitat, messes with tresses, or some random difficulty we had with an onion. I don't recommend poking around too much in the posts immediately preceding my hasty departure. The days before a departure are typically so messy and uncertain, and those represented therein are no exception.
Not, of course, that I'm expecting immediate company. After all, how logical is it for me to look for folks sitting here among the weeds and webs just waiting for me to waltz on back after letting the place go to pot for four full seasons? But just in case? Be careful around here: it's officially a construction site.
