In Which the Author Refuses to Apologize for the Delay

You know, because everyone loves a navel-gazing blogger. I’m not sure how many of us this planet can safely support. I suppose the correct answer is that I’ve been out there in the world (the living, breathing one) trying to figure out a new place, a new people, and precisely what my umwelt is going to be here.

And yet, somehow, the writing remains important … so I’m back like a heroin addict. Thanks for reading.