So, I had my hands down my pants, Googling myself today, and...
Boy, I had totally forgotten this. Well, sadly, I never forget, but it was tucked safely away in the lock-box of 'Things Bane Would Rather Not Dwell On'.
Wow, thanks again, people, to all of you who participated, and helped me and my little broken boy, and my family, survive. Bad times, made tolerable.
I don't even want to go back and read what was going on in that time period. You do not get PTSD just from combat.
But thanks again, you who participated, who flew in on wings of eagles and brought light into our dark world. The wife and I cried a lot, then, in those days, both in pain, and in gratitude. May you all be blessed to never see the dying of the light, or anticipate it. Which is worse, I think.
Anyway, I'm having trouble seeing the keyboard right now, so, Happy Sunday to you all.
Fuck, this was a good month, back when the blog was good.
Read the comments, too. They show zero, but there's plenty. Enjoy. Inneresting who was then, and is now, in the way of commenters...readers.
I have told you all before, many come here, few stay. Sooner or later, I will piss you off. What you do about that is your business. I have lost paying customers. One woman gave me $1,000, and then disappeared. Oh well.
I'll change for you. Trust me. Seriously. No...seriously. I am caring so hard what you think about me right now, that my underwear just burst into flames. How's My Writing? Please call 1-800...
And thanks to those of you who have stuck around. Oddly, I find I appreciate it.