My blogout, a period of time in which I totally forgot about blogging, is now over. Until the next one, that is. My "back went out," and I am doing some physical therapy, had to do some committee work, bla bla bla. No reason, really. Blogging is either a total waste of time or a great new creative medium, and my brain can't decide which so I just go back and forth in a manic way.
Only it's too late for me to do any writing now . . . . but I'll tell you soon the catty comments my hairdresser made about my hair going gray. Excuse me, I meant my colorist.
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When I write of hunger, I am really writing about love and the hunger for it, and warmth and the love of it and it is all one.-- M. F. K. Fisher
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Oh, goody. Welcome back.
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