With my 17-year old muse feeling every single day of her 17 furry and four-legged years…

With my new potcake puppy, Papaya Sunshine, entering Day Four of her six-month treatment for potentially deadly heartworms…

And with untreated depression and seething anger eating a loved one whole before my very eyes… I have not been fit company for human or blog lately.

So, there rests the newest apology for my sporadic posting.

Let’s call this the “Poor Me Excuse” and label it “guilt-inducing” and “vile to the soul.” (Best to keep it handy, though. Perhaps next to the nutmeg?)

Until tomorrow…

Chloe