Trepidation

I keep worrying that some sensor will blink on... that some hidden protocol will go into effect, since I have not posted anything for o-so-long, and this entire endeavor will one day be found to have been deleted in the night, while I continued to postpone my final words on my trip. That I took. In January.

So I'm throwing this up, figuratively in both senses of the phrase, just to have something up here to fool the wanderbots that patrol these waves of the ether, and to buy me some time before I get back into the swing of this thing. To be honest, I miss writing all the time, and I often find myself having things to write about, but not being able to because I over-extended my interest on cataloguing my journey to Colorado and am unable to move on without finishing it. Hopefully this won't allow me to just flibbertygibbetly shirk my obligations to the narrative, but who knows? I'd be happy just to start writing again. It brings me... such pleasure.

So there you go. Just catching up.

Let's see what happens.

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You know I couldn't last.