A lil update..

[joegoda]

I'm feeling better, but this thing, whatever it is, takes the wind out of my sails. I come home from work, and I'm just tired. It's like there's a small lizard living in my chest, about at the solar plexis. It doesn't do anything, just sits there, and sometimes goes away. It's much better than it was though. It used to just sit there all the time, stretched out and not moving. I'm finding a bit more energy recently, so I'm hoping I'll get back to my dear Pockets and Bags, and of course, Grizelda.

Pockets is in for the adventure of his life, I know this already. Most of his life, he's been searching for his purpose. This story tells what the purpose is to be. It'll be a long one, I imagine. Please, forgive me, and understand that had I the wherewithal (I always try to spell that with two ells), I would be writing all night. The story is nagging at me, but the brain just won't co-operate.

Don't worry, You Capi and You Journiey, and You Suzi and You Sherry. Don't fret, You Linda. I'm fine, mostly. I think it's the heat and I think I may have caught some strange buggy thingy. Doesn't like my much, I can tell, and the feeling is mutual.

I've just bout got it on the ropes, I think, though this is a sticky one. I can tell it's going, but it will be a while before I'm back in the pink. HOWEVEER, the story will continue, albeit at a much slower pace than I'd like. For that I apologize, especially to those that have to wait. It will come, I promise you. Even the other story, the one I had to shelve briefly will be done, but Pockets' story had to be told and it literally pushed the other one out of the way.

You folks be good, cuz I know you can be. Don't be too hard on yourselves, and don't be too hard on anyone else either. It's way too hot for tempers to flare.

Hugs to you all,
cjoegoda.
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