I haven’t written for a while, obviously. It isn’t for any particular reason. Work’s been manageable, in fact they are looking to promote me again, which I view as both a blessing and a curse. I have the choice to turn it down, of course, but I won’t. There is something enjoyable about being the youngest in the room that the old man in me enjoys.

It’s sunny out and cool, my favorite combination of weather that makes the urge to run just too much to pass up. I don’t do those odd little running shorts that make me feel good and perverse, so you’ll have to stomach the fact that I’ll be out in the very macho, testosterone laden version of male tights. Can you handle it?
My nephew’s birthday is today, otherwise I’d have no use for this cake decorated a la the Cars, but I am second guessing going over to my sister’s house which is currently filled with all sorts of germs. Let’s hope I escape the viral plague unscathed.

I had meant for this to be the extent of my post (what’s below, not above) but so much for brevity.

I found this. Which reminded me just how powerful words can be, and so, it made me produce my own:

Bended knee. Held Breath. Question. Yes.

So surprise me, and see what you can say without spelling it all out. You’re it.