Playin' Catchup.

    "Is it any wonder I'm  sane at all?"
                                              -Styx



Folks, listen up, because I do not say this often, or lightly:

  I am sorry.

  I have fallen behind in my blogscribblin’ duties, leaving you hanging for more than a fortnight without new electronic virtual fishwrapping and birdcage lining to clog your hard drives.

  "Paralysis of plenty" is my defense.

  Hey, look, when I got nuthin’ but a big ol’ case of blogger’s block, I can always write up a low-buck project or cook something  and snap some pictures, and that sates the voracious appetite of you, Constant Reader…
… or at least buys me a few days of traffic and a respite from “WTF, where’s the new post?” emails.  Either way, D6C is topped up for a little while.

Lately, I’ve had the opposite problem.  Lots to write about, lots of ideas, but how?  And, in what order?  And, is this a blog post or a potential column in The Silo?  Faced with all of the options, I opted to pour another drink and/or go sailing and deal with it tomorrow.

With sunsets like this, what would YOU do?

Yeah, that’s what I thought.

(I don’t do choice well.  My brain locks up at Baskin-Robbins  and I end up in a drooling stupour in front of the ice cream case.  It ain’t pretty.
And I always end up with burgundy cherry anyway.)

((And why make a choice anyway, when you can sail?  We have had some truly spectacular sailing weather lately))

Anyscoop, I finally sat myself down and got organized and prioritized . I have two-burner meals to write up, low-buck projects and gear to review, one year on,  navelgazing to parse, daysailing to document, crew to critique,  new gear to evaluate  and gossip to disseminate.

So, it’s gonna be a busy few days.

Thanks for sticking with me.

And thanks for taking the time to

“Talk the dock!”