Ahoy there

Sorry about the sabbatical, folks. Not that I have any readers.
Kinda like it that way, to be honest.

Here I am, back at home. Away from our nation's lovely capital.
Permanently, in fact.

I don't have anything in particular to say right now. I'm simply enjoying the sensation of typing at the moment.

Was Milton right?
Is our experience here on earth necessary to appreciate heaven?
What I'm getting at is: You have to know what suffering is to know what happiness is. You cannot have one without the other.
Therefore, is all of the evil in the world part of the big plan?
You know, "His plan."

Lately, I've been reminded over and over how necessary sadness is in one's life.
It teaches you something about yourself. Whether you listen, I guess, is your own choice.
Which may be why so many people makes the same mistakes repeatedly.
I know I have.

Simple musings, nothing more. Not at this hour.

Yet I love the way these keys feel under my fingers...
Spuds Mackenzie is staring at me.
He always is, I guess.