I thought a more appropriate image to post was one of a burning bridge, but that's beyond my artistic skills. If it's not goofy and loose, I can't render it with ink.
And, actually, a burning bridge isn't even what I'd need here to communicate my regret and guilt about the lapsed connections and friendships I'm facing now that I've decided to return to blogging. It's a bridge that's neglected and rotted and would never pass inspection. It's more like a bunch of bridges that have fallen into disrepair. I'll just say "I'm sorry." and carry on.
I'm taking some 'personal time' this whole week and I really love setting my own hours -- which tend toward the owl variety. I'm drawing and drinking beer and reading and watching crap on cable like "Teen Mom" and "Deal or No Deal".
ps. I'm currently reading a book that several people have prodded me to read: The Poisonwood Bible. I really love it so far. It's one of those novels that make me wish I was a better writer. It's that good.