I must admit, in the past year, I believe I thought I had the time to blog more.
Obviously I was a bit wrong.
Recently, my kid and I went on a road trip to my hometown. As we weaved in and out of the Shasta Hills I realized that I really miss blogging. But Blogging about bar trips in SF? seems a little boozy for me.
I guess what I am saying is this: I miss blogging. I miss having fun telling stories from my life. But my life is not about drinking in bars.
sometimes I feel like I walked into a bar and that it left a welt on my forehead. I think that is more symbolic then anything else.
