I’ve always wondered how people find the time to blog. Now I know: broken bones.

I broke my ankle. In a bouncy house. With a 2-year-old. Who escaped unscathed while I was writhing in searing pain face down on a giant inflatable. It’s OK, you can laugh. I mean, who breaks a bone in a bouncy house? I’m sure there’s a life metaphor in there somewhere, but I’m not going there.

So I can’t drive for a while. Yes, I’m trapped in suburbia. The good news is that I now have a bit of time to write. I’m planning to jump in with both feet, figuratively speaking. No holding back, no fear. Let’s hope we both enjoy the experience.

Veni, vidi, blog-i. 🙂