I am sometimes embarrassed by my lack of consistency and my inability to maintain things, but here I go again... I start writing, almost regularly and then life comes along in it's fancy overcoat, to lead me astray, only to abandon me later, in the countryside, face down in a ditch with my clothes on back to front... I just can't seem to resist distraction, even though I know it does me no good. The curse of the short attention span... I am going to maintain this blog though, regardless of what shiny temptations life throws at me (he pledged). If nothing else, it will be a small record of my short stay here on earth to be read by me in my geriatricy, and perhaps map a course not to be followed by anyone wishing fulfillment or satisfaction. I raise my glass to the start of another weary blog, and the end of private disaster...