I’m Not Dead

“Dead” Man: I’m not dead.
Dead Collector: What?
Large Man: Nothing. [hands the collector his money] There’s your nine pence.
“Dead” Man: I’m not dead!
Dead Collector: ‘Ere, he says he’s not dead.
Large Man: Yes he is.
“Dead” Man: I’m not.
Dead Collector: He isn’t.
Large Man: Well, he will be soon, he’s very ill.
“Dead” Man: I’m getting better.
Large Man: No you’re not, you’ll be stone dead in a moment.

Yes, there’s nothing worse than a post in which someone apologizes for not having posted in a while, but I really do feel like I need to acknowledge the fact that it’s been a ridiculous amount of time since my last post.

Too long.

The last time I wrote something here, it was to announce that I was moving, and by not following-up with anything for almost three months it does make it look like I just plain disappeared. I didn’t.

Life is indeed very good in our new location. We’re enjoying a much nicer life with the pooch — closer to places we can actually go with him, and to spots that are more on the dog-friendly side of things. Pooch is happy.

And I’m happy too.

My biking life has also taken a turn for the better. I’m much closer to the office now, so I’m enjoying a daily bike commute, and just biking more in general. I also finally started wearing a helmet, which my wife had been pushing me to do.

So all in all, things are good.