See, I write a post that suggests I'm really sad and cranky, then I disappear for a while.
OK, sorry.
I'm not all sad or anything, and I didn't mean that last post to give that impression.
I am hella-busy right now, so I've had no time to post.
More soon, I promise, and thanks to those who contacted me or posted here out of concern.
I'm okay, really.
More snark and shrill condemnations of our government to come...
He ain't sad, he's just a thoughtful young'un. :)
He likes good beer, good bourbon, and a good malted. How could anyone be sad in a nice neighborhood which provides all three? :)
I'm roasting pumpkin seeds right now and thinking of fall. Which inevitably leads to dreaded thoughts of winter. But I adore fall. The colors and crunchy leaves and crisp air and comforting foods ("comfort me with apples"). It's a melancholy season, though. I think I like sad things because they make me appreciate the good stuff more. And because I'm a masochist. :)
Who wants pie?
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