Crickets

Hello, dear readers.

If you've been wondering about the eerie silence recently, let me assure you: the sound is not a reflection, but rather a testament. Allow me to explain.

I recently attended a family wedding out of town. It was a beautiful affair, with tears, laughter, and dance moves that should probably never see the light of day again. I played a crucial role, of course, as the unofficial photographer, dance floor legend, and occasional speech writer. Between the toasts and the electric slide, I had every intention of sharing more of our story. However, I found that balancing a laptop on a dance floor is not as easy as it sounds.

Secondly, my garden has been calling my name like a siren to a sailor. The weeds were plotting a coup, the flowers were auditioning for a "Who Can Wilt Fastest" contest, and the tomatoes decided they preferred a life of green. So, I donned my sun hat, picked up my trowel, and have been waging a horticultural war. Time flies when you're convincing plants to cooperate.

Lastly, and most importantly, I’ve been knee-deep in fulfilling current contracts. Clients have a pesky habit of expecting work to be completed on time. Deadlines wait for no one, not even for bloggers with excellent excuses.

But fear not. Now that the wedding dust has settled, the garden has been tamed (more or less), and the contracts are in a manageable state, I'll be back to regular programming soon.

Until next time, may your dance floors be steady, your gardens weed-free, and your deadlines met with grace!

Cheers,