God, I miss writing. But you were so much more than I was ready for. Truth is, I can't get past the first few sentences. And that's where all the good stuff happens.
The thoughts of a relatively well-adjusted D.C. attorneyconsultant, nestled comfortably in the anonymity of suburbia. This blog (my fifth) began in December of 2003 as a journal of sorts, and in the subsequent years, became something altogether different.