...comes more goofiness, direct to you, my patient readers.

The jokey explanation: I was trapped under something heavy.

The actual explanation: soon. Honest. No one died or anything, I just took a break from fling fling!, and I knew when I felt like writing again, I would. By the way, how're these colors comin' atcha? Unbelievably, I got sick of the green.  

Although upon writing that, it occurs to me: uh, hey, Sulky. Everyone wasn't just sitting around waiting for YOU to come back, they went on with their lives! More power to 'em! Ya snooze, ya lose!

You bitches. :D

No, actually, I have lotsa blog writin' and readin' to do--gotta catch up! Find out what's been going on with a lot of you, as I also fell off reading personal blogs a lot, there. Meanwhile, here's an excerpt of an email to a friend about my own haps:

"I am settling into the frozen arctic wasteland that is the friendly, beer-swilling city of [url=http://www.december.com/place...]Milwaukee[/url]. I am pacing myself. That is the key. But I do intend to try every freaking beer they got here. That should take years. Meantime, am simply enjoying peace and solitude, and making new pals, and being elsewhere. I love a fresh start! This was loooooooooooong overdue. Have several job leads, a couple of them library-related.

I've got the top floor of a house--nice-sized kitchen with island, a pantry, an office, a good-sized bedroom, a huge dining room, and a cozy living room that opens onto a rooftop porch with a railing. Weee--container gardening in spring! Plus, the guys who own the place, two brothers about our age, have a kickass backyard with a garden--and I'm allowed to have a chunk of it to garden in. Yay!