Evidently not, judging from the fact no one commented or even bothered to ask where I’d been for more than a week’s absence from blogging. That’s OK – I’m not offended. In fact, it’s good to know this old ball of rock hurtling around the Sun in space doesn’t require any pearls of wisdom from The Great White Shank – or from anyone else, for that matter – to keep it in its orbit.

A good thing, for sure.

But it has been a crazy eight days. Another emergency trip back home to Massachusetts to help take care of my ailing mom (she’s doing much better), a barrage of computer issues resulting from a power surge that occurred while I was gone apparently unbeknownst to, and unimpeded by, our surge protector – which forced not only a replacement of our wireless router, but, because of some mysteriously corrupted drivers, an upgrade to Windows 10 (surprisingly painless). And then, with all the travel, a backlog of outside chores following several dust storms.

But I’m back. Tired, but back. And, frankly, in a lot better shape than “AnnihilaTED” Cruz’s candidacy, which, hopefully, Indiana voters will send packing Tuesday night.

And it’s good to be back.