Went through a stack of sticky notes near my computer. They looked like a multicolored pile of very thin slices of very thin bread. Started to read the years-old sandwich and at the very bottom of the pile a faded beige square of paper that had once been bright yellow. The name of my blog, which I totally had forgotten about, was printed neatly as if it were very important. It once was. 

Well here I am living in the land of forgotten.

High times back then !

Had just published my book. Was turning out my weekly column.  Still holding on to 'the writer's dream' so to speak. Now...

Well I won't go into the tribulations of aging or the miracles and disappointments that arise when deadlines are tossed. Life is good, very good in fact. Actually it feels strange that I write this even though I know there's no one out here to read it. No problem. 

Every day is a gift. 

I am blessed.