Almost a year? About three months after that last post, I lost my mother--a lovely capper to a sensationally craptastic year. (I will point out that, true to form, just days before she went into hospital I saw the first episode of Buffy I'd seen in years, walking into the room where it was playing just at the point where Buffy discovers her mother--who shared a name with mine--dead. FML times infinity.) But I'm still here, still functioning, and maybe even finally coming out of the fog of depression and exhaustion. I say maybe, because I'm frankly afraid to say much of anything at all. Talk about sleeping with the metaphorical lights on.
I do have some things to put up here, so I hope you'll stick around. I will try to be back before another year goes by.