who has time for the blah, blah, blah?

Not me apparently. It’s been so long that I’ve forgotten I had an outlet for navel gazing and whining. Coming back is like finding that old bottle of Wild Turkey I forgot I had on the back shelf of the pantry. That and the old Fuente I found in the travel humidor that I keep in my fishing tackle bag. Nice find. Better when I can find the time to enjoy them.