I've been blogging for almost a year, although anyone with eyes will see that I haven't blogged much lately.
Truth is, I've been in quite a funk. Probably clinically depressed. Probably need to quit procrastinating and go see a doctor. This runs in my family: my grandmother, my mother, my daughter...do you see who's missing from that chain of evidence?
I tell you this not for sympathy, etc. Just explaining.
I don't know if the world situation is getting worse (though I think it is) or if the warranty on my ability to cope with it has expired. Then, trying to sit down to write has actually filled me with dread lately. Anyway, who wants to know the inner workings of my brain? Most days even I don't want to.
In the end, though, I'm like so many others.
I hope that someone does.
So there you are. Some of what's working in my brain. Thanks to all the people who have stopped by or e-mailed and made little (or big) encouraging noises to coax me out of the darkness.