Back with a vengeance

Yes. I almost didn't make it back.

Maybe because Europe (and her men) were getting so enticing. Maybe because I was getting so toasted and parched in the hot summers of Stockholm, Prague and London.
Or maybe because I was ready to give up.

Just give in to the path of least resistance. The easy way out. Collapse in a heap and let someone else pick me up. But a nagging thought repeatedly occured to me,
" What if no one cares? What if no one comes pick me up?"
The "What ifs" got frequent enough to jolt me back to reality. And because I did not want to be left rotting.

But the inertia. They explain in Physics that it is the initial resistance before something starts and continues in motion. Man, it was hard to beat Mr Inertia once you have stopped. I am finally picking up speed now. Taking off...back to my flight path after a making an emergency landing few months ago.

I am glad the Monsoon season is now over. And what lies ahead is the beautiful clear blue skies of Ozzieland. But the clouds willl form. They will float innocently into my flight path again. But have no fear! I am now an improved version of Boeing-747. With a tough new exterior. With brand new windshields and spiritually-charged fuel. Oh, and don't forget the QC manager gave the OK.

Hahaha....enough of this shit.

Just watch my next move.