So, I'm back. Or at least I'm back enough to type words into a box and hit publish, which is roughly 80% of what "being back" requires these days. It's been a while, long enough that I'm sure the two of you still checking this blog assumed I'd either joined a cult, gotten really into pottery, or simply died in a way nobody bothered to announce. I can confirm it's none of those, though "really into pottery" was on the table for a weird two weeks in there. What actually happened is a boring, chewy stretch of life that I'm not going to unpack in detail, partly because it's still a little raw and partly because nobody wants their comeback post to read like a hostage statement. Let's just say it was a Whole Thing, I did not enjoy it, and I've decided the appropriate response is to start posting photos of my lunch again like nothing happened.
I won't pretend this is a triumphant return with a moral and a tidy bow on it, more like I climbed out of a hole, dusted myself off, and immediately tripped over a rock at the top. But I'm upright, I'm caffeinated, and I have several hundred unpublished photos sitting in a folder judging me silently every time I open my laptop. So consider this the flag planted on the mountain. Not because I conquered anything particularly impressive, but because I'm stubborn enough to keep showing up after the part where I very much did not want to. More posts coming, some good pictures, some questionable opinions, the usual. Glad to be back, genuinely, even if "back" currently just means "still here, mildly worse for wear, taking requests."