If You Give Me a Flea Comb with the Handle Sharpened to a Point, I Will Throw Myself On It.

It probably won't kill me, but it should hurt.

My last post was in May, followed by six months of uncontrolled AD/HD -- so uncontrolled that I didn't even post on my ADD blog, Another Fine Mess.

Today I climb back into the little saddle (the only kind that fits my miniature poodle.) If the trail ahead remains clear, I'm hoping to post again before June.