Well, here we are six months after the last post.  Clearly I need to focus more on writing down/sharing my thoughts.  We are now approaching the first anniversary of the death of my sister.  One year.  It's so hard to believe.  And within a six month span I cannot believe the ridiculous amount of events that has transpired since then.  It's almost putting a lifetime of episides in one year.  My mind is still reeling.  I thought life slowed down at the age of 51, and for some it obviously does.  Sadly enough.  However, I feel I've been kicked in to over drive and every experience I missed over the years decided to catch up with me.  So, what do you do when you need to contain every moment?  Well, obviously you write your novel! Under a psuedonym of course...