I miss blogging

I never realized how much I was writing again until the powers that be at work agreed that I should pull the plug on my last blog. I never realized what a difference it made in my life.

that said, we, people in general, don’t realize how important certain things and people are to us until they are gone. If we are lucky, we get second(and third and fourth chances). Amigo, for instance. I detest him. I admire him. Somehow, we always end up at dinner, still friends. There are still awkward moments: a sudden hug that lasts too long for comfort, an unexpected squeeze of the hands. But things are as they should be. He is my Amigo.

Writing is, too.

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