I know, I know … as long as I’ve been offline, you’d think I’d have an actual post to give you. I’m really sorry, but my wife’s the real blogger, not me. I just ramble. I have almost nothing to say lately. Things just … aren’t changing.
I’ve not heard anything back on the SSRLP. I don’t know if that’s good, bad or indifferent, but I’m not complaining. Frankly, I got a little sick of it. And I’m sure I promised to tell you what it was, but none of you really care about that anymore so I won’t bother. If something important happens with it, I’ll let you know.
Let’s see … hm. Not much to say. I’d love to tell you I’ve been writing my buttocks off, but no. My buttocks are there, larger than ever, and show no sign of being written off. I did flex out one exercise to keep my writing muscles moving, but nothing else. Nada. Zilch. Zippo.
Um … gee, that’s really it. I got nothin’.
I’ve tried to stop by your blogs and say hello, but honestly, the modest Internet time I have now I have to spend job hunting. There’s nothing promising out there right now which scares the crap out of me, but I’m looking. If I get even more scarce, forgive me. It’s just panic time. And I’m oh-so good at panic.
God bless, y’all.