Richard Smallbone

I like to leave long gaps between posts to keep my reader(s) guessing (”Is he dead?”, “Is he just toying with me?”, “Where’s the love?”, “He’s never going to give me that hundred bucks he owes me, is he?”).

I feel like the seven-month gap between my last post and today’s is enough to keep the mystery alive.

So, how’ve you been? I’ve been as busy as a proctologist in mittens: I re-designed my sister’s site sometime around May/June; we took Monkey 1 and Monkey 2 camping (did you know 2- and 5-year old boys like fire? like, a lot. I was sure we were going to have to take one or the other of them to the hospital before our vacation was over.); speaking of vacations, I actually took a full 3 weeks off this summer and just relaxed; no work, no side projects. It was fantastic. You should do that; you really don’t take care of yourself like you should.

And now comes the part where I ask, “If I promise to be good and post more, will you come back to me baby? It won’t be like before. You know I love you.” So, waddaya say? If I try to post more will you give it a shot? We can go to counselling like you wanted.

*the title of this post is from a Rose Melberg song on her album “cast away the clouds”