It's the small words:  "I'll be waiting for your next post." 

In the midst of Syria, the Sudan, a world economy that can't seem to "shake it off," a world-leading country that can't stop bickering and posturing long enough to lead the world, my problems and heartaches seem so tiny and irrelevant.  But, I let them crush me, and crush whatever reviving writing bug was crawling out for a good sunning. 

Plus, there was a big shoe out there watching and waiting to stomp on my bug if I wrote anything unapproved.  As to that last thing, if you don't know, don't ask.  If you know, you don't need to ask.

Onward, and I ain't afraid'a no Shoe.  Thanks for waiting for my next post--you know who you are.  I'm working on it, and thank you for nudging me out of my burrow.