If anyone has noticed the blog’s sudden dormancy, I wish to say that I have not given up the journal. I am simply in Tacoma. In Tacoma, one must travel to Starbucks or another internet friendly site to find the portal to cyberspace. My phone provides a weak link, as I burn through minutes like a Santa Ana, wind-fueled brushfire.
This is the home of parents who have preserved the shrine of my childhood bedroom. Cordless phones are about as techy as Tacoma house gets.
Blogging will be sketchy at best for the next few weeks.
