The Quiet Continues

Am I suddenly shy? Have nothing to say?

No, I'm suddenly married again. TW and I are hiking, eating and enjoying New England. We have photos to back that assertion up. And my work schedule hasn't allowed any blogging this week. Unusual, I know. The good news is I'm stocking up on material. And, since good writing comes from pain, you'll be "happy" to know she leaves Tuesday for Boston. What's bad for me is good for you. Or at least it's entertaining.

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