I have returned. For how long and in what form, I do not know. And, for the moment, that is fine. Apparently, I was slow to potting training, to speaking my first words, and to falling in love with my future wife. Perhaps it is in my DNA. Since I am forty-seven, I decided to accept it. But, not in a fatalistic way. Instead, as proof of the above quote. Change involves sucking at things. Some people suck at things longer than others.
And, for now, that is okay.
(Currently, I hope to post once a week, and likely on Monday nights--Sundays don't seem to work well anymore. However, having written this out over the past two hours, a desire to write more is growing inside me. So, don't be surprised if begin posting more than weekly sooner rather than later.)