I Think You Know Where I’ve Been
I’ve had some inquiries. People have said to me, “For a week you wouldn’t quit writing, but now you’ve gone silent. What gives?” I think you know.
I’ve been standing at my kitchen counter smearing fresh, sticky, peanut butter, on wheat bread along with flavor-infused grape jelly, and filling my mouth alternately with that and a glass of milk and letting it drip down my face. In other words I had a sandwich and forgot to blog for week.