A few days ago, I took a chance and looked at someone’s blog who I won’t mention. It was the same way you slow down at the scene of an accident. It was crap. Horrible. Not as far as content goes, seeing how I’m not leading that race – but her assumption that people were actually taking note and giving a shit…and then I silently hoped that wasn’t me. I love that my little misunderstood name of a blog has put me in touch with so many people, wonderful and talented and kind people – this is the part I like. Not my offering. I cannot stress that enough.

Sorted? I hope so – ’cause it’s not what I wanted to talk about.

I did want to mention a few things, the first is that I’d been offline for a few days for a reason I’d rather not get into but it’s not hard to guess. So I have some catching up to do on The Bus Boy (not that anyone give’s a shit, ha), as well as a few updated (for instance – Erin, a few days after me posting her being inspired, had the most amazing experience that has her back in the creative game which is a blessing for all of us – trust me), and a few more, but…

Another addition to the Bewilderingly Blessed Life of Mine would be my cyber-friend Leslie. We’ve talked a few times, but not enough for me to constitute real friendship. That being said, however, yesterday she sent me this sketch she did of me and it just made me smile. A lot.

So thank you, Leslie.

Oh yes, and Mr. Crowell added a new video of our trip down to Baton Rogue with this short on our bonfire down on the bayou:

I’ve got good friends.