Once again, I’m not dead yet. Despite radio silence, I’m very much alive and currently peeling potatoes for a desert Thanksgiving.
To tell the truth, about a month ago I sat down to describe Petra and felt absurdly inadequate for the task. Not even thesaurus.com could assist. The logical step was to give up on writing entirely- and thus my recent hiatus.
I realize the error of my ways and vow to make amends soon. In the meantime, Happy Thanksgiving. All manner of Christmas music and It’s a Wonderful Life is cued to start in T minus twenty hours and for the first time, I feel the smallest twinge of heartsickness for this season back home. But I am so, so happy to be adventuring! I’ve lined up Christmas in Bethlehem, and that makes up for any number of sparkles and carols and evergreen for a year.
More soon, I promise.