Back in the saddle

This is my favorite sticky note pad. It says a great deal about how I've lived the past few days.

Drama belongs in a theater. Outside of that, I hate it, especially when it comes from misunderstandings among very good people who don't immediately address issues when they first become problematic. Common sense and effective communication can go a long way in those situations. That is where I am today and hopefully things are back to normal.

So now you are asking why it is I have this split and swollen lip and sore tooth that is forcing me to eat small bites and preventing me from smiling. It was not a result of the past few days' tension. No, I was not beaten silly by a gang of gray haired women in Christmas sweaters. I ended an exhausting week by briskly walking in the dark into the edge of an open door I thought was closed. It either knocked me silly or knocked some sense into me. We shall see how it turns out by 2008.