And my fear(s) called shotgun…

Good evening Travellers,

It’s been a hella long time, hasn’t it?

I rather boldly declared my modus operandi last post and then, POOF!

Where’d I go? Down the rabbit hole?

Truthfully, I spent some time and not wisely per say, more like the way we spend pocket change. Necessary, trickling, but nothing substantial to show for it. You know what I’m talking about…

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