The break I took from this blog took a lot longer than I had anticipated, and for that, dear readers – if you are still out there – I apologize.

Life looks a lot different from what it was like when I last updated, but I’m pretty much the same old dork who left this blog in September. An 8-hour desk job [now referred to as The Job] hasn’t made a corporate clone out of this one… yet.

The Job has taught me to formulate battle plans for the daily rush hour commute, and to savor the company of a good book on those twenty+-minute train rides. The Job has taught me to love fifteen minute breaks; how to sleep at 10 and wake up at 6; how to laugh at the face of office drama [and how to hold back your laughter]; the importance of having an every-flavor group of friends; the art of finding novelty in routine. Most notably, The Job has taught me a little about the value of time, especially time of the free breed – now a rarity, and the primary excuse why I “couldn’t blog”.

So if I were to blame anything for prolonging the hiatus, the obvious thing to point at would be The Job. But you don’t want a scapegoat. If you’re here it just means you want more of me. [If you don't, I seriously don't know what it is you're doing here. You're either lost or in dire need of a hobby.]

Blog, it’s good to be back.