Dear Friends,

Although one might, quite understandably, suppose that disaster has struck or that the apocalypse is nigh, allow me to reassure you that your favorite sure-fire insomnia cure won’t be gone forever.

It is merely a breath of air. A hiatus. A sigh.

There remain many adventures yet to write:  winter shenanigans at Sebring International Raceway, escape-by-the-skin-of-my-teeth from the jaws of Roebling Road, adventures and gray hairs after 16 months of instructing, how and where to get a good night’s sleep at the Columbus, OH airport should the need arise, quick tips on avoiding getting mauled by a snoring cell-mate, managing bomb squads……and all these really cool, fascinating people I’ve met along the way. And, no, I’m not making any of this up.

Perhaps the most challenging task has been the intentional integration of compromise into my track plans. It’s painful. Almost tragic. (Insert snorting laughter to add some perspective here #firstworldproblems).

And yet…I’m enjoying the delicious fruits of time dedicated to the beloveds, restoring peace and health, my sweet puppy Roscoe, and my flower garden.

There is only one junior prom…or is there? This young man attended proms back to back.

Yes, I share my house with 5 turtles. When they emerge from their winter sleep is when Spring officially begins.

Two very handsome fellas, admiring their hydroponics harvest.

The sweetness of time with my little girl was worth missing track.

The scientist and scholar with a brutally funny deadpan wit.

Small adjustments came from a profound personal loss. A reminder to never take loved ones for granted, always to show love. Life is short. Death can sometimes be a healer, but is almost always a teacher.

If all goes according to plan, the blog will return in the fall, and I’ll have more soporific stories to share. Thank you for taking the time to read this–your kindness is not lost on me.

Au revoir!

FDM

PS: Just in case you’re mildly interested in some recent track photos, check out the updated gallery.