Well. We meet again. I know what you're thinking. "I'm surprised you don't chuck it all and start your own think tank." Or maybe not. That's a line from one of my favorite movies.
If I can't get my groove back, perhaps I can start my own information desk. I think I can be an aged, backwoods kind of Siri. Not to step on the toes of Backroads Miz Manners, of course. But something for those more immediate, pressing questions. Like those asked of little old ladies who used to staff the library information desks before the internet put them out of business.
Don't think I'm not an authority on a wide range of subjects. Every day, tens of people come here to my blog, looking for wiener nosed monkeys, snot nosed monkeys, big fat nosed monkeys, doorknob safety, hairstyles for women over fifty, mrs brady with long hair, business lady haircut, 1970's blue and white kids winter shoes, shoes with toe holes, momo the monster, rick rack, and hormel spam. I think there's a niche out there itching for a spokeswoman.
Don't be a dreamcrusher. It could happen.