Egad. The last post I made was a month ago. (Of course, it’s February, the shortest month, but still ...)
It’s not that I have an aversion to posting, or a lack of things to say. It’s just that I look up one day and realize that weeks have fled screaming. Reason being, of course, that subjective time sneaks up on you. Time passes so much faster than it did when I was a kid. When I was ten years old, a year was 1/10th of my life -- a not-insubstantial chunk of time. Now that same year comprises almost a sixtieth of it. (One need only to look at this post's title to realize how desperately I cling to the past.)
Anyway, that’s my story and I’m sticking to it.