If you would not be forgotten,
as soon as you are dead and rotten,
either write things worth reading,
or do things worth the writing.
Yes, for those of you who stopped by since I fell off the planet, I'm still here. Alive. Good. All that.
Just busy. With work and other work. Friends and family. And of course there was a trip ot two.
Besides all that, my issues are still inconsequential compared to others. I've been the sounding board. To many. Some friends who were at one time too busy to talk to me about the craziness they now find themselves in.
But I'm here. Always. With real friends, that's just the way it is.
I would never question one on why she didn't talk to me about it while she was in the midst of it, only when it was over. That's just her way. And I know that. She has other things she's dealing with also. And when she needs a shoulder or ear, she knows she has mine. Always.
And although I want to shake another friend and ask what the heck he thinks he's doing. I'm trying not to get too involved. It's not my place.
Maybe a drama-magnet friend was right, maybe there has been too much drama lately.