Here I am again after such a long time away, washed up like a shipwreck on WordPress shores, a refugee on my knees in the wet sand while the foamy waves slip up beside me and draw back. I’m the new kid on the block. A stranger in a strange land, a refugee from somewhere out past the moon, looking for surcease from out of the driving rain. Pretty sure I’m not loved.
How’s that for melodrama?
Okay, yeah. It needs some work. My Xanaga is teetering on the sunset of its life. Or so it seems. And me… I’ve alway preferred the walking away with some semblance of dignity intact to being abandoned.
Not one of my best attributes. I realize that. LOL. Still, must get myself together somehow and do whatever needs to be done.