Sometimes, a soft stroke on the back from The Universe.

Rene Magritte The friend of order, 1964Hi.

Yeah, it’s been awhile. We’re all aware of that.

Nuttin’ much. How ’bout you?

And I know — I promised you another post entirely. On Wordcamp. Like, four months ago. That still will come.

But need to clear the head and cleanse the palette first.

This first post is about clearing the slate and head after feeling much like you got stomped for not much of a good reason.

The other is a call to arms & love for a friend in need. That’ll be after this.

Please read both. And then, a bit thereafter, the WordPress/Wordcamp posts.

So first — going into this weekend, I was feeling pretty crappy. Shit on a shingle, I’d say. To the point where I was telling friends I would have preferred to hide under the comforter on my bed the whole weekend, starting Friday night, with my iPad running Netflix (shameless advertising placement) and watching old various Star Trek series re-runs until I came to Monday. Maybe.
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