If I were a ship, I might get the above phrase carved on my masthead.
Barring that, I suppose I could tattoo it on my forehead.
Put another way; the deathless one-line rule for writers: show, don't tell.
(This is surely why I make so many faces; that and my grandma's face yoga, which has kept me supple as I inch my way toward the third-of-a-century mark.)
At right, I am showing, not telling, the bemusing challenge of unpacking
when you are addled by jetlag.
Don't complain, friends, and don't explain, but rest assured:
vacation (as you can see) has injected me with new life force
and the blog is up and running again.
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