Conversely, rumors of my lack of internet access have been spot-on.
Blogging and chiclet keys on a smart phone don't mix, but unfortunately, I've solved that problem, and here I am again.
Life, in the intervening few years, has taken a few turns. Kind of like a bobsled driver on meth. I'll begin addressing things as I add to my original trail of electronic crumbs, and we'll just see where things go, shall we?
But I think we've forever settled the question about whether or not the Universe intended me to be able to shut up.
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