Lizzy Accounts For Herself

It wasn't exactly that I stopped blogging - I was blogging, every day, in my head... And I will try to dredge some of those posts up from memory. But in so many ways I was feeling like a bird caught in an oil spill - stuck in a sticky dark poison. Thankfully, there were moments - probably many of them - of the sweet and good - many (but certainly not all) connected with the crew, they guys, the bunnies, the - somebody help me, I need some euphemisms here. The cats and "kittens"! There, I've said it outright. And do you know, I used to think complacently about their guardian angels...