there 'used to be' a writer that lived here.
but now the lawn is needing mowing, the paint is peeling from around the windows
and there are too many newspapers piled in the drive.
a short trip away has become an extended absence
of course there is work going on
some exterior and physical, some interior and personal.
no big deal, just the sorts of things that I don't write about
and that you would not find interesting.
I will be back, always have found my way back here
but I am occupied elsewhere.