Everyone can relax, I'm still alive.

There will be more content soon. I've been busy between moving to different places here in Mexico and finishing the novel that never seemed to get done.

Well, its done! Which leaves only the administrative angles to work on and so I will be back to writing non-fiction about my time here in Mexico.

Just wait, there are some fairly interesting stories coming your way o' faithful readers.

-R

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