Hi-ho and hello.
Whoa, yep, a couple hundred days and I’m still here. Still kicking and typing away, of course though, I lament with a lateness that has been crowding my space. But that’s life, right? It’s not always sugar and ease.
I do what I can to leave no doubt that I’m still kicking and thrashing with what tools I have here. It’s likely for myself as I go on and talk to the empty space before me…but there’s an inkling that maybe you’ll read it eventually. And you ask, who is the writer talking to. Is it you? Is it the boys? Is it my son, the nonverbal boy right beside me, or is it you? The reader? Who knows? I know that I know not.
I write aimlessly at times to help deduct that which confuses and muddies the waters for my clarity. Do you do this?
C’est La Vie
Good night and good morning, good morning and good night.
I thank you for the showing of support and coming time and again. Thank you for being you.
NOSCE TE IPSUM
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