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I have been neglecting you, but I swear you've been much on my mind. Every time I sit down to write, I just sort of stare at the blank screen, until I drift into the void that has been my inspiration. Nothing to write about.
The weather is unseasonably warm. It's too warm to be winter, and too ugly to be anything else.
I have so much to do, that I am holding my breath in a state of denial. It's not important stuff, just stuff.
Seattle, the land of the Recent Storms , will have a visit from me in a couple days. (Kris, any chane you'll be there?) I am off for a business trip. I have a briefcase, and my nails are done. Traveling on someone else's dime is a blast. Expense account = nice meals and fine wine. That part is really fun. I hate leaving my kids, though.
That's all I have to tell you at the moment. I shall try to spice up my life a bit, then I'll check in and tell you something worth hearing. Deal?