This is nothing

This does not necessarily mark my return to blogging. I mean way too much has transpired to pick up where I left off or explain where I’ve been. But, something has been bugging me today and I’m not sure why. Catalyst. Tony and Sam went and Sam reported back to me bits of what he experienced and who he saw. While browsing their Web site I noticed my face was sort of frozen with an expression of disgust. That’s not to say I was disgusted by what I read, but I certainly bristled.  Squirmed, even.  And that persistent tag line of theirs… I miss my family and I miss the way it was. I miss Greg and Michele and the smell of pinesol and cheap candles.  I miss my own innocence. I am a small sailboat offshore, (not too far away), weathering occasional swells, anchored nonetheless.