"I've been one poor correspondent..." (Again)

I was tempted to call this post "Don't Call it a Comeback" and put up the video for the classic "Mama Said Knock You Out."  But that's not my style.  I do feel like I'm sort of coming home again.  That is to say, back to something closer to my normal self.

And besides that, you all know The Menahan Street Band is more my style anyway.  And, this is a bit of a homecoming, after all.

So, this is the portion of the entry where I make vague, cryptic statements about what's kept me away for so long.  How I've been, what's been going on, what unspeakable Lovecraftian horrors I've stared into which drove me temporarily insane, &c. In time, in time.  Maybe. 

Actually... probably not.  Not here, anyway. 

But the important part is, I've finally, after a few months, regained the ability to "fake it 'til I make it." Until then, I'll occasionally open up the peep hole, mutter a few things occasionally (lots going on to talk about soon!), and then close it.  Thus, comments are closed for now.

Oh, and I took the dynamic view off and put the old template back up, at least until I find something better.