I have been lost. Well, not lost as so much as vaguely broken. Hiding in the repair shop with tiny bottles of ophthalmic antibiotics, discussing things with family members I’ve never met. It has been a frightfully painful and busy few weeks.

I’m glad to be back.

Outside my window it seems that spring has skipped over South Florida and it’s almost summertime, the sun is bright and vibrant and crisp on the skin. Thankfully, the new long evenings have a bit of wind to them and I’ve been using the extra sunlight to go outside, have a few turns at the hula hoop and find new-old music on my ipod to listen to.

I really can’t complain.

I’m making plans already to spend more time outside than in. To go swimming, to visit the beach, to hit up all the local fairs and carnivals that I can. To take photographs of everything, to share the experience. Above all of that, I have a mental deadline on the project at hand (Stereoport) and I hope to make it within some point of the projected time frame.

I will have things to show you, now that my hands are working right and I can see better. You haven’t gotten rid of me yet.