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.
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.
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.