Are You Still There,

(Two trees awaiting a match [one of them discarded here as a favor])

Dear Reader Dear?  Am I still a blogger (with a capital B)?

I've been hauling Christmas out the door, parts of it to the burn pile in the meadow, and parts of it back up to the attic. 

I've been turning the pages of the calendar and thinking about the pace of time! Watching the days go by, one after another.

I've been thinking "Life is SO weird!"
and "Hmm, wish I had a video of those horses (the Yard Man's, of course) trotting so splendidly in the morning sun; I'd blog it!"

I've been busy caring for loved ones.  Busy caring for tenants, as well (they're not exactly "loved ones," but needy human beings, nonetheless.)

I've been entertaining guests (though, ahem,  "entertaining" may be a bit of a stretch.  Let's just say, I've been providing a spot to lay their heads, the dear friends!  The dear brother!)

I've been ruing the fact that I didn't share the Christmas videos.  Rueing the fact that I've started countless* blog posts and let them die of expiration.

*Not really countless.  There were six.**

**Dear Reader Dear, I've decided there will not be seven.

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