Back in the Saddle, Again.

Throughout blogtopia (y! sctp), we hear about stalwart bloggers who swear that this is their last post, that they are hanging up their keyboards for bright, greener pastures only to show up again a month later because of some significant news event or egregious comment by a particularly loathsome wingnut.

That's where I've been the last few months. I love the 'Toobs, been trolling around since the good ol', bad ol' days before Mozilla when we used BBS and 9600 baud modems. But real life has a way of creeping up on you and slapping your ass.

Such is my story. I've been seeing the real side of life lately, particularly the side where you have to go to a doctor every week to keep from buying a wheelchair. Add to that the timely battle with health insurance and the evil bastards one must deal with in that dark hole. I wanted to keep a handle on my time and still give out suspect advice and comment at this hidey-hole of liberal flotsam.

But shit happens and we all have to replace the bullshit with the good shit to keep from falling down the rabbit hole. I let this space lapse for a while. I was so pleased with myself when my Technorati number reached 16 that I treated myself with a beer and a bowl.

Then the real world hit.

No whining. Shit happens and my story isn't better or worse than anyone else's. Suffice it to say, I had to walk away for a bit. Now, as you can see, my Technorati number is 2. There's an ego deflator if ever I saw one.

People I trust and admire tell me my thoughts and words are important and timely. I agree. I feel that all of us have to take a moment to push that reset button just south of our ass to get a fresh start.

And so it goes...
David A.