Sharing is bad, just ask the RIAA

Apologies to my blog readership for last week's lapse in writing. Future gaps are going to be inevitable, as somehow I leaned on the pureé button and my dull little existence has taken on a tsunami-like resemblance.

That said, I'm happier than I've been in eons. Even more surprising, I have no desire whatsoever to share this information. Quite a backpeddle on the initial raison d'être of this blog; it was and still will be my virtual Gyroscope to voice opinions, try out new ideas and otherwise flex my writer's flair. At inception, I had also intended to be scrupulously honest and track my travails through inevitable rounds of blind /bad dates while trying to figure out the cause of my terminal singleness.

or not.

The intention is not to tease, far from it. My luck has been so remarkably foul in heart-related matters, it seems as though the entire path has been paved with black cats, ladders and broken mirrors. Even mentioning that the weather is clearing in this area has me spitting, crossing, mumbling in archaic speech for fear that this well-cloaked reference might jinx things and the whole matter will dissipate as quickly as it appeared.

This will be a tricky time to write due to both lack of time and topics relating to 'weather'...but I've never done anything the easy way, so why start now!