Publish it quickly before you get self-concious about the completely narcissistic randomness of this post.

I have a laptop again. Due to the generosity of a friend, I have a "new" laptop. I can sit on the deck while the children play and swim and write again.

It feels good.

My mind has gotten constipated over the last few months of not writing. I may have forgotten how to let my thoughts flow out through my fingertips into the keyboard. I've gotten a little shy of the process of externalizing all the Me inside me.

But the pressure just builds up and something's got to give. I have to write-- to let the words spill out until the storm in my brain subsides and I can think clearly again.

As if I ever think clearly... :P