Some days you just cannot even cough up an image, not to mention something worth saying! None the less, I just wanted to say that I love you all and that I shall write when I am feeling better... for instance, when I was this age, I had not yet learned to speak! I blathered on in endless unintellegible sylables, my mother told me later... these days I still blather on and on, but maybe sometimes I at least come up with sylables that can be understood, but only by a few chosen folks.

"the unloved, misunderstood, rejected, yet cherrished by few one"

PS. How can I share my name when I am not even sure of it, for my parents never totally agreed how it was to be spelled!