Unfortunately I just made up for it with 6 months so quiet that it would make a Trappist monk look like chatty Cathy. If I can remember correctly, in this time I moved, was hospitalized, bought a bike, went to Italy, took up antiquing, got a promotion, drank a bunch of wine, moved again, started to write a book, wrote the forward to a book, wrote the first chapter of a book, antiqued some more, reread Plato's Republic, cliff dove, and finger painted on the walls in my grown up loft.
Photos to follow. Stay tuned.
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