About a million years ago, or two weeks in sane time, the hard drive on my MacBook crashed. With it went a project I'd labored over, three years of writing, all my iTunes and every photo I'd meticulously collected.
When the new hard drive was installed, I rejoiced. I had an external hard drive and surely much of what had been lost would be there!
It was as if I were starting over. With everything.
And so I am. The ideas that are worth writing about again will still be in my soft drive (i.e. cranium) and the project may be better the second time around (and I thank thee, oh saintly project giver, for your patience).
After slowly recalling all of my passwords, I made my way back here. Here, too, I will begin again.