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		<title>Where the hell have you been?</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[And right well you may ask. Golly gee, I didn&#8217;t mean to neglect this little room of my blog house. I&#8217;ve composed a dozen or so posts in my head over the last couple of months, but I just couldn&#8217;t get here to jot them down. A freelance gig nagging at me, out of town [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>And right well you may ask. Golly gee, I didn&#8217;t mean to neglect this little room of my blog house. I&#8217;ve composed a dozen or so posts in my head over the last couple of months, but I just couldn&#8217;t get here to jot them down. A freelance gig nagging at me, out of town visitors, some traveling and a large dose of nasty procrastination piled up against the door and I just haven&#8217;t been able to push the crap aside and get in here to write.</p>
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<p>Summer&#8217;s over and I have to say, I&#8217;m kinda glad. It was a mixed summer of events. The best: some of my internet buddies came to visit and I made two visits east &#8211; northeast and southeast &#8211; to return the goodness and visit some of my internet buddies. I&#8217;ve had two more invites to head east again, in fact. I&#8217;ve had to reluctantly decline one due to timing &#8211; but, oh, how I wish I could go, and the other is open ended which I will definitely follow through on when the time can be eked out.</p>
<p>The not-so-best of the summer: I engaged in a couple of experiments. First, I put myself on the market via eHarmony.com. I bit the bullet and bought a three month membership. Yeah, I nearly reached the edge of desperation. I am way too picky for my own good. I will die alone. My withered bones picked clean by my hungry cats. I&#8217;m good with that.</p>
<p>And they should have plenty to eat because I&#8217;m failing at my second project of the summer. A diet. I was determined to put better food in my body &#8211; change my eating habits and to shed some poundage. On the tail end of the eHarmony thing, I signed up for Nutrisystem. I stuck with it for nearly two months before my taste buds took up arms and launched a coup.</p>
<p>Now I&#8217;m attempting to go solo on the diet thing without a gimmick, but I&#8217;m having a rough time. This weekend will be a time to evaluate, plan and see if I can turn it around for good and healthify myself. If I am to die alone &#8211; let&#8217;s make it at age 110 after a rockin&#8217; session with my little blue battery powered buddy that lives in a box in the armoir&#8230;</p>
<p>Moving on.</p>
<p>Er, &#8230;. oh &#8211; yeah: my freelance gig went by-the-by. Economics. I was kinda relieved, though. I learned that writing because you have to is really hard. My already burgeoning respect for those who do it, and do it brilliantly, has swelled to tsunami size.</p>
<p>I&#8217;m basically a lazy person. It&#8217;s my nature to rebel when faced with &#8220;haftas&#8221; &#8211; usually because I have little confidence in myself &#8211; especially as a &#8220;writer.&#8221; I felt like an interloper &#8211; a fraud. But I took great care to put out the best content I could and, as a result, it was a great learning experience. Never mind that no-one was reading it. Hence, the economics thing, ergo the boot.</p>
<p>So, dear readers (reader?) (anyone out there?) &#8211; I will attempt to get back here more often. I have some thoughts wandering the halls of my head looking for a place to have a pow-wow. It&#8217;s time to stir the ashes and see if I can get this fire burning again.</p>
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