I feel a little bad about it, I have to tell you, because when I check the stats, and I actually do that quite often, there seems to be a few people who quite regularly check in. I'm not entirely sure what they come here for but it makes me a little curious. It also makes me happy that someone comes to visit and reads, and it makes me wonder what they would like me to write about if they could ask me....
So, we're back here, at least for this morning. I get up and I can't wait to write. I make my coffee to kick start the day and since I rearranged my room yesterday, I end up at my desk and computer instead of at the kitchen table.
It's a return to times bygone. The keyboard is in front of me begging me to touch it, and so I start tapping on the keys, at first a little hesitant but then it starts to flow.
I thought I had disappeared again but here I am, back in front of the computer banging out words on the keyboard not quite with the gusto of yesteryears but nonetheless, here I am.
I miss writing. It's something that's fallen to the wayside for far too long. Maybe it was the fibromyalgia and its best friend fatigue that took away enough energy to curb what had always been an almost obsessive need to write. The fibromyalgia took a lot from me but that's a story for another day.