Good afternoon, all. I’ve missed your word-filled, wonderful selves. I’m mostly better now, but still not up to reading or writing. It’s hard to describe, so I won’t even try. 😉 But upon sneaking into the garden to say hello, I see our fearless leader Walt is M.I.A. Trying to get in touch with him to make sure he is okay. In our absence, feel free to write an Absence poem. We’ll both join in when we are able.
In the meantime, know this: There is no shortage of Covid-free cyber hugs to you all!
Alive and well… I wonder…
HEARTS GROW FONDER? Sorry that I went away, but you know what they say about absence and all that jazz. It has been a hectic weekend, more than usual my friends. A remodeling project run amok. It left me quite stuck without an internet connection, and my dereliction was unintended. I pretended I was still quite young to be the work horse I once was, but no longer am. A bad back and my decrepit rest was put to the test. At best, I’ve survived. I am still an alive and functioning jerk. I came to work to get some rest. Who’d have guessed? © Walter J Wojtanik - 2021
Thanks to Marie for catching my fall (as any Good partner and “sister” would). And to all who reached out privately to check on me, it was greatly appreciated. I am not “the late” Walt, I was just late! 😉