Sorry to my ones of readers for the lack of language lately. Deep in the blast-proof underworld of this space live words about living a more non-virtual life. I am. Sometimes words fail us and lately I’m whiffing on attempts to describe the present. I stare at the blinking vertical black cursor and nothing. There it is again. Now I’m chasing it like the crocodile chasing the pirate, except I’ll never enjoy the satisfaction of engulfing it. It’s always one click ahead. Elusive. It’s a carrot and I’m after it. I can only hope that what’s left in its digital wake is satisfying. I have a story to tell. It’s got everything. It’s a story where Monday is Saturday and Saturday defies description. Walk beside me and I’ll tell you all. We’ll make it up as we go. Just like when my kids were children. I’d start the story and they’d take turns filling in the blanks. Monsters became princes. Rivers always reached the sea. Loss turned to love. And somehow Jaws always showed up to eat the hero and had to be written out of the script…

We’re not in Kansas anymore.