A Different Dawn

Yeah, it's me. I know I've been gone for almost a year. But here we are. A lot has changed, but much is the same.

I am grateful to everyone who expressed concern or wrote to check on me. The short explanation for my absence, call it an excuse if you must, is that my husband Randy was diagnosed with a blood cancer in the summer of 2022. We were told it was often treatable, though his age was a concern. He survived chemotherapy and despite some tough times, he is now in full butt whacking remission.

This experience changed both of us in ways we are only now beginning to fully comprehend. He looks ten years older and closer to his chronological age. But he is back to his smiling self. His employer allowed him to take a leave of absence and he's back working again, though mostly from home.

I feel less certain about my role and purpose. I faced the crushing possibility of finishing my life alone. His mortality reminded me of my own. I pondered how I've spent this life I was gifted and what good I have done for the world. As I emerge from this time of reflection, I think publishing a spanking blog was probably a positive. I once had a spreadsheet full of post ideas. Now as I type this, I have no specific plans. I'm not even sure I'm back. But I think I might try this again for a while.

I have dozens of questions and comments that readers have sent. Apparently, they were here even when I wasn't. I will end the suspense by answering the number one question. YES, I am definitely still getting spankings. It still stings and I still love it all. You needn't worry another minute about that one. I will answer more questions later.

Until then, have a lovely week!