Walking in the Rain

It's pouring. And my car is a million miles away. Or at least that's how it's going to feel. I wouldn't mind so much if it wasn't for the lightning. That could be, well, deadly. But otherwise... shiny.

Ah... it's Tuesday. And it's June.

And wow -- SO MUCH has been happening lately and I've been a horrifically bad blogger-pal. No updates. No musing. No rants. So I apologize to any loyal readers who have felt a little unrequited lately. I will endeavor to make amends.



As I promised a while ago — you know in like April — I am posting this pic from Keaton's Wake. Quick memory jog: we toasted away Keaton's 36th year at an Irish Pub. The guest came wearing kilts or barmaid outfits depending the make-up of their chromosomes. And Knot Fibb'n was there. And it was glorious.

I have more adventures to share and tales to spin, so I'll try to do without playing catch up. I tend to blog best in moments when I'm living "in the now", typing right from the soul, be it out of happiness or some other emotion, the re-caps never hit the mark for me.

So here's a living in the now comment: there's been nothing remotely complacent about the past 96 hours. I'll touch on the highlights this week, but rest assured, Sunday was fantastic and revelatory.

Revelatory. It's really as fun as it sounds.

I'm off to get wet. But hopefully not electrocuted.