It's a Love Song.

All of it.  The good and bad.

I've been flushing out a blog post or two in my head.  Sometimes on  the trail runs. Other times in the car on the way to work.  They become grand thoughts that are whittled away by life and time.

I've not abandoned the blog.  I've not left you all.  I'm surviving on the precipice of family life. 

It's the middle of a love song.

All love.

 Innocence is a work of craftsmanship by me.  I work hard at being this sweet.  Usually I'll just snakebite your ankle and steal your candy.

 Fly like an eagle....Is that a boob?  I'm gonna attack!

I'm burning rubber, yo.