Lost and Found: Me

Crying babyI’m sorry.

There I was happily blogging away, and then I wasn’t.

For those who had grown accustomed to mail tales dropping into your box every few days, I wish I had a really good excuse to give you about why they stopped.

A really, really, REALLY good excuse.

Cult Like maybe I joined a cult.

A cult that paid homage to marshmallows.

And I couldn’t log in on my computer because our solemn Ceremony of the S’Mores made my fingers too sticky to touch the keyboard.

I like that explanation.

And I like marshmallows.

Or maybe I moved to the ultimate dead zone. The housing market in California is pricey so you need to be flexible about less expensive zip codes.

Poor coverage

Find a fixer upper.

Own a piece of the American dream.

Just don’t expect the same level of connectivity as you find in the city.

But I didn’t move.

And I didn’t develop an odd connection with marshmallows.

I don’t have a single good excuse why I fell off the grid. I just did.

But I’m back, and I hope you will join me again on my journey. Because we all love to curl up with a good letter.

kitty letter

3 thoughts on “Lost and Found: Me

  1. Jeanne Lambson says:

    I was beginning to wonder if I should be worried about you…..Glad you didn’t join the marshmallow cult although I could get behind that whole movement. We have a fire pit in our back yard (only in a humid, rainy climate, I know. Sorry Californians) and with the advent of gluten-free graham crackers, I can enjoy s’mores again. yay.
    Welcome back.

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