Unposted things for two years, I have time resembling a whole lot of open space to worry, so this whole writing thing woven by the idea that it might be read, at some point, is sounding like somewhat of an idea. I even had to go to the effort of actually getting a gmail account just to access this blog again. And the question, do I treat it as journal, or musings? What do I want to tell and how, but has being secretive(which I am, oh I am) has never helped me out any, but only given me heartburn of the sharpest kind. In all of its forms.

So, a trial, an attempt, we'll see what happens.