A year on.

I'm often accused of being a person with nigh zero sense of occasion. Anniversaries and birthdays are like water off a duck's back to me. If not for social media and reminders from humans and gadgets alike, I would probably never remember any of them. I therefore stand out like sore thumb in an era... Continue Reading →

Of compulsions…

These days I'm a compulsive blogger. It's almost as if I HAVE TO blog. For the longest time, the very last thing I did before "dying" for the night, was read. Now I blog. Put the baby to sleep. Gossip with the hubster. Read. Blog. 'Tis the new routine. Surely, it won't last for long.... Continue Reading →

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