Life in My Years

To say it’s been awhile is an understatement. So let me try to be more precise: it has been exactly eight months, eight days, ten hours, thirty-six minutes, and eight seconds since I last wrote anything new in this restlessly hibernating blog.

I say “restlessly hibernating,” patient readers, because that is the precarious state in which my blog has been existing. It’s tossed, turned, moaned, and groaned; there were times when it almost arose from its resentful slumber – (false alarms, all of them.)

But now the real alarm has sounded and it’s finally awakened – though who knows for certain if this isn’t just one of those particularly lucid dreams. An unlikely possibility, I’d venture, but a definite one. And lucid dreams aside, other, more dangerous, obstacles loom. It’s hard to wake up, and harder still, sometimes – especially when the weather is chilly – to stay up.

So I’ll just say this: I think it’s up now, for good, but I’ve been wrong plenty of times to know that I’m wrong plenty of times. So we’ll see.