Yeah I know.

I'm actually writing this on 1/7, but I know Blogger won't update the date. Up. So, I know how much you've missed the words that dance from my fingers like so many little Fred Astaires and Ginger Rogerseseses sailing across a freshly waxed ballroom floor. But time away from the computer was soooo glorious that my brain is being very relaxed about getting back into it.

So here's the bit I wrote on 12/30 whose post I am adapting now. I didn't get very far with it.

NEW YEAR'S RESOLUTIONS

I resolve that I will always help George Clooney take care of his mentally handicapable son Owen when he asks me, even if he doesn't show up to the classical concert where I'm waiting with the kid and instead sends a chorus girl to bring Owen back to his father.