It got a little crazy here for a while.
Nothing serious, just too much on my plate
The usual shenanigans: under the weather, overstretched, in the wars, out for drinks.
I was in a pickle.
So I walked away from my plate-too-full.
Took a breather, a hiatus, a KitKat break.
It was just what the doctor ordered.
Now I’m back, full of beans and with an appetite for writing.