*crickets chirping*

So, do you know what happens when you leave a five-year-old by themselves for a month? Neither do I, but I’m assuming it’s not good. And this is why five-year old blogs are better than five-year old humans. I’ve left this one by itself for a whole month and nothing horrendous has happened. It’s not eating out of the garbage can, it hasn’t burned the house down, hell, no one even called blog services on me. Guess it’s a good thing I’m not a parent, huh?

I am on the mend from a cold of epic proportions that I got because certain people in my office can’t be bothered to protect the rest of us when they get sick. No, they come to work and cough and share their germs. And then Julie gets to pay the price. After 8 days, I can breathe out of my nose again, only have a bit of a cough, and feel less like a truck ran over me than I did last Tuesday night. These are all good things. And they might even spell a return to blogging, because I’m pretty sure that even a five-year old blog will go feral if left alone long enough. Let’s not risk it, okay?