What can I say? I got complacent. I settled then I settled in. So much has happened since I last sent thought into the troposphere and beyond. Too much to adequately do any one thing justice here in afterthought land I am sad to say.
There was the worst race in Brickyard history and a tire company that can't make tires nearly as wall as they make excuses.
There were a couple evenings at the bowling lanes that failed to have their stories told and are feeling pretty low because of my rejection.
There was the lovely evening at Jake and Vanessa's to send our pal Nick off to Tempe to become even more than those that remain behind to honor and remember.
There is Tweek the pus drooling cat and his subsequent oral surgery, which came with the bonus "20 flying exacto blade claws" and the oral antibiotics.
Also, Pool version 2.0. New book tech editing well under way, and a new book by Bill Fitzhugh from Kay, personally signed by the author hisownself.
Since my inconsiderate absence there was also two seasons of Angel optically absorbed. The Dark Knight, and the long days at work.
The invasion from the Thromians from the Gamalon sector of the 8th dimension, the carnage, and the memory purge of the unworthy. I don't think that should go unmentioned.
So much time, so little mind. I can only make a weak commitment to do better, to get the words out of my head and to relieve the oppressive pressure!
Chuck Pace ©2008