Has it really been a year?

My oh my how time moves across these mortal bones. Eras and epochs. Sand blown by sea wind covers footprints washed away by waves born off the coast of Argentina.
Christmas was yesterday. Wonderful but sonless, a "compromise" reached months ago. Okay. Why the long absence? The decommitment to writing was profound, impacting everything except necessary work emails. Oh, and journal entries.
A lot has changed in over a year, but the baseline of happiness remains the same. Met Happy's sisterly side yesterday evening for the first time and had one of the most wonderful, chaotic, good-food filled Christmas evenings in recent memory. As I get back into the swing of blog entries (and that rerererewrite of the 4th book in the Sky series which I have promised and double promised to the editor by March 1st come high water or toppled trees), I will endeavor to move from such obtuse updates, to more concrete news.
For now, the 8th and 9th and 10th episode of Ozark remain for my Sweety and me on this post Christmas Netflix binge.