A year later, and ...

Wouldn't you know it? I didn't post on here for a year. Funny thing happened on the way to not blogging ... my job that I thought I'd like so much has turned into a circus. Instead of doing real work, somehow we talk about visceral fat and walking for 20 minutes on the treadmill. What the capital H?

I don't want to complain about it; it's certainly not as bad as before. In fact, you couldn't get as bad as before. So here's to hoping I write something about something else sometime soon. Usually when I throw a curve ball into the wind of destiny, something changes. I'm crossing my fingers and toes and hitting my knees hard keeping the faith that something will.