This is just a post to chronical that I am alive and well and somehow made it thru 2025nwithout a single post. Tsk tsk ...
I have however realised why I post less.
It's cos I'm having an existential crisis of sort. Sort of
I want to be sarcastic, mean, whacky and bitter ... The posts would write themselves and they are such a fun read. But midway through any post my Abe side comes out. The side that knows that life isn't bad and that I'm actually quite blessed. And then my entire shtick, the full miasma of misery, all blows away. And no one wants to read Pollyanna!
