Little blog, little blog, remember me?

It's been a long time, little blog. I wasn't sure if you'd recognise me anymore. I really don't look that different, to be fair, but I feel different. Otis Redding was right: the change may be a long time coming, but it eventually will come.

The world is small and life is beautiful, little blog. We fight our usual battles unceasingly, expecting that age will somehow make us wise enough to rise above it all. This month it's no carbs, last month it's money worries, and before it was the fickleness of friendship, the pain of spurned love, the frustration of ill health, and so it continues, loop-dee-loo, life chugging along.

We are - I am - on a quest for love, for acceptance, for challenge, for reward, for survival.

We are - I am - slowly, surely, winning.

This is not goodbye, little blog. I've really missed you. I'll be back soon, I promise, with tea and biscuits this time.