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Getting back to the blog

I've said this before. Many, many, many times. I'll say it again. I intend to continue blogging at a more realistic pace than I have been in the past little while. Except, reality seems to be stretching to multiple months. 

Recently, someone from a far away land asked me if I have ever thought of blogging. That jarred me from the present reverie into getting back here. I've been blogging since October of 2005. I was fully 10 years younger then. There were no iPhones back then. I had never heard of Facebook thought it did exist as an entity. A lot has happened in those 10 years. I moved countries. I changed jobs, companies, friends. I grew up a little. Just a little, so we are clear. I bought things that I am still paying for. I made decisions that were, on the whole, not bad ones. I learned new skills. I climbed many mountains. Rode many kilometres. Walked even more. 

So, before I go too far down memory lane, listing random things that I keep in my mind, let's get back to the blog. I started this off as a way to blow off some steam, a place for me to ponder on decisions and events. I think I called it a way to find happiness. A scant number of people have read what I have written. Probably, search engine spiders have indexed this better than I have. But I want to, intend to get back to writing once more. I find it relaxing. And time consuming. I have no idea how people commit words to the screen on such a regular basis and still have time to live a somewhat normal life. I guess I need to learn how to live better.

So, thank you far-away-land person for reminding me about ye old neglected blog. Hopefully, I find time to fill it up with stories I find interesting. But first, I need to go find stories!

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