"It has been reported that I was seriously ill..."

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"It has been reported that I was seriously ill -- it was another man; dying -- it was another man; dead...
As far as I can see, nothing remains to be reported." - Mark Twain

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Whenever I stumble back upon a blog I've not read in some time, only to find it has languished, unposted to, since my last visit, I tend to wonder.  I wonder what the reasons are that the blog has not seen words, that posts have gone unmade for so long a time.  And I worry.  I worry that perhaps some tragedy has struck in said blogger's life, and that this is the reason for their absence from the 'net.

It strikes me that you may have worried and wondered the same on my behalf as well. Rest easy, dear reader, for just as Twain also is once said to have said, "The report of my death was an exaggeration." 

Since my last post, I truthfully have not suffered much, but for the rigors of long hours hard at work, and the soaring costs of repair to the slow entropy that must come naturally as a part of the ownership of material things.  Otherwise, I can report, we are all blessed to be well and in good health and that I have, in the main, had little else to say that was, as I deemed it, particularly worthy of note.

As my Facebook page and Instagram feed will both attest, a portion of which I will now repost here below for the record, I have likewise on occasion been able to enjoy life, as time-off, time-out-of-doors, and time-spent-with-friends-and-family have all been had in great abundance since my last update in July.

I hope this post finds you equally well.