lonely navigator

i didn't know that my last post would be my last post.

at the time i was simply planning on taking a little break until i had something lovely or jaunty or sublime to write about. but the summer kept delivering one-two-punches the manner of which were previously unknown to me. how do you write when it's all bad news?

then, when the tide sort of ebbed, i thought about coming back. but when i looked at the symmetry of a site that began with the death of my grandmother and ended with the death of her husband, the writer in me couldn't say no to the simple beauty of it.

so, i'm ceding this little parcel of internet land.

but i'm doing a little prospecting, looking for a new blogosphere homestead on which to stake my claim. i'll be around soon. just gotta find the perfect site name and a little spruce up dust for my rusty pen.

once i'm settled in, i'll invite y'all over for lunch and a fight and a good long chat.

much love and squalor, M