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I've received enough comments on Facebook asking about my whereabouts to make me realize that my online--and honestly, offline--presence in life has been slacking lately. Right now I feel like that guy who goes out on a great date, smiles as he talks, calls every night, and then suddenly becomes "busy". We all know that no one is *that* busy, so I won't insult your intelligence.

It's just that...well...I haven't had much to say lately. This really hit home with me tonight as I sat down to work on my short story, "The Road to Macchu Picchu." I finally know how to wrap up the story, but when I sat down, the words just didn't seem to flow like they should. The same has been true of my running schedule. It's a slow adjustment.

Suffice it to say that I am back in the States after spending the summer in the Dominican Republic. The highlight of the experience was a brief trip to the mountains where we went exploring and found a fantastic spot near the top of a mountain, swam under a waterfall, and jumped off a 20 foot cliff into the FREEZING river below. Oh, and my Spanish is simply remarkable.

In the last three weeks, I have returned to the madness of work, am getting ready to complete two of the three remaining classes I need for my masters degree, bought a new pair of running shoes, and am dabbling with the writing again.

Apparently, I've also decided that it's time to get the blog up and running again.

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Christy said…
So good to hear from you!

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