I'm rusty. And not in the wholesome, leading up to some crack about moving to Oregon, sort of way. I'm just rusty and out of practice when it comes to blogging.
But you know that little voice you hear when you are writing frequently, that running monologue as you go about your day, writing invisible sentences in your noggin? It's back. So either I am mentally ill (shut it) or this mama is back.
Now back to unpacking.