There are reasons why our lives get so complicated, I'm sure. As much as I fail to subscribe to most religious notions, part of me does believe in karma. Karma, as one type of energy that contributes to the ruling of our lives. Things that happen to me now, surely must be payment for some of the atrocious things I did in my youth. I hate to imagine what might yet be in store.
Nevertheless, I've vowed to keep trucking. I hate to disappoint those who eagerly await my demise, but I have no intention of letting life knock me on my ass. Not permanently, anyway.
I won't be telling you what the latest developments in my ongoing saga have been. Suffice it to say that they've been plentiful, relentless, and damned near overwhelming. But thankfully, both my daughter and myself are in good health, so the obstacles in my path are not insurmountable.
I apologize to all of you who've graciously and caringly written me, inquired about our well-being and uniformly showed your unfettered support. I've received your messages and gratefully read each one. If I did not respond, it was because I've been doing what I could to disconnect myself from everyone and everything. As thoughtless as it may be to do that without warning or explanation, I still hope that you might gaze upon me with sympathetic eyes and accept my humble apology.