The pressure is unbearable

But I really should be here writing. I'm not actually under any pressure, I just seem to have these keener friends and loved ones who are nudging, some not so gently. So alright already - I'm here. Yes, I've missed writing as much as you've missed reading. But I needed to get settled, I thought I could do it from the road, but I was wrong.I have few entertainment devices to distract me, and loads of time. So go on, I'll throw a few bones. Sure I'll be rusty after all this time, but ya gotta start somewhere eh? Did I just say that? I don't think I've ever really "eh'd" before, so quintessentially Canadian, so cliched and yet there it was, spat out on the pavement like a wad of gum on Yonge Street.[ Only now I see there is a solution - look at how trendy this is.]

So I'm back, my pencils are sharpened like the first day of school, and I have some new fashion, so my self-esteem is bolstered. I'm not making out of this world promises about productivity, but I'm back, and glad to know someone is hanging around waiting to play with me.