Back To My Old Tricks…Kinda…

It’s not easy raising a tiny human. That’s what I’ve been doing for the past 5-ish months.

Which is why I haven’t been writing anything.

Tiny humans take up a lot of time. It’s also not so easy to type with one hand. Or maintain a train of thought longer than, “Did you just go poop?”

I’d like to say I’m settled in and back to my old ways, but I’m not. Right now, I’m in Ireland for an extended amount of time doing…well…alot of kinda nothing…but it’s an important kinda nothing. So…

The other day I was sitting in Oslo with Galway Bay Brewery staring me in the face with a double IPA named Of Foam Of Fury and it hit me like a screaming banshee. My mini-series while I live here shall be named:

Fact, Fiction, and No Feckin’ Way!

Kinda says it all.

Anyhoots, there you have it. I’m back. And with a mini-gypsy in training.

Watch out world.