Seven months ago I moved to Florida, almost eight. And the experience continues to screw with my expectations. In a good way, but still. Expectations. Screwed. Repeatedly.
Well, this is a strange turn of events. Twenty-five years ago I was blogging every day, for at least fifteen minutes, sometimes a half hour, posting something I felt was thoughtful, witty, or even just interesting. I had readership, and there were comments.