She's Alive!

Hi. It's me. Let's cover the obvious first: No, sadly I have not taken up with a trapeze artist from Cirque du Soleil, turned into an exercise addict or won the lottery. This Old Motherfucking House has not yet fallen down around me. Johnny Depp has not come to his senses and spent the last month ravishing me. I did not get arrested for sending rotten eggs to Dubya via the US postal system. I did not snap and order a home tanning bed or run away to Arizona. And no, neither Prince Charming nor Calgon has taken me away from all this.

On the other hand, I'm home sick today, my lawnmower broke after less than a year (friggin' Craftsman) which is so not good in this area of the world (lush and verdant my ass), and a branch from a bigass tree is resting on my roof. It hasn't exactly fallen, but it's just kind of lying there, half attached, laughing at me and my short ladder.

I've been crazy busy. I didn't plan to unplug, it just kind of happened. Hey, I'm not superwoman, one of the balls had to drop. Okay, two -- my house looks like shit, but I think that ball basically dropped last year, and I'm kind of used to it now.

So, sorry I haven't been around to anyone's cyberhouse in like, forever. The longer I was unplugged, the more daunting the thought of catching up became. Anyway, I'm not trying to do an out and out Real Post today - just wanted to say hey, let you know I'm still kicking, and quell the above rumors.

I do miss you all. I'll get back on soon, and likely become a slothenly netaddict once more.