I owe April an apology. It was a dreadful month. Not to mention March, which was more dreadful, yet at least a tiny portion of it was alright.
It's strange reading my last post, four days before the earthquake. That and other stuff going on in my life kept me from blogging. And now, looking back, March and April are this weird mess of elation and depression. So much amazing, so much horror. I may record things for my own posterity later, but all I need to write now is: March 2011 burned a small hole in my heart. And though its still smoking, at least its still mine.
Moving on.
