Time flies. At least that’s what they say. And I think I believe them because I just realized it’s been 3 months since I had an idea I wanted to translate into a blog post. Can you believe that? Ninety days…twelve weeks…that’s 2160 hours, if my math is correct. But since I suck at math, I could be wrong.

Now don’t get me wrong, even though I just said I could be. I actually had plenty of ideas from early July until today. At least, I’m assuming I did. Who can remember? But I suppose after blogging once a week for 5 1/2 years, I needed a break. And who knows, maybe you did too. But life is getting busier and finding time to write late at night was about as likely to happen as me eating meat.

Therefore, if you are one of my roughly 100 devoted readers, you’ll notice I’ve been  reprinting posts mostly from 2013. I mean come on, I barely remember them so I’m guessing you didn’t either. And more importantly, you probably weren’t a reader of mine, as I only had about 30 back then. So for you, my old posts were brand new and for me they were a welcome respite.

Now that I think of it, I guess I haven’t progressed too far after writing for 5 years when many bloggers have hundreds, if not thousands of readers at this stage. But you are My Chosen Few, (a post you can read from February, 2015). Evidently I don’t collect readers like some people collect stamps or assorted butterflies pinned to a board. The joy in that escapes me, but I suppose to each their own…

Now that I mention it, I’m dumbfounded how some of you found my blog in the first place. Especially readers in China and India. I’m relatively certain if I didn’t have the URL saved on my home screen, even I’d struggle to find my blog. Kudos for being excellent sleuths. Unless you’re all detectives, you obviously missed your calling.

Anyway, now it’s back to reality. That doesn’t mean I’ll always have a new posting each week. I’m not superwoman, after all. But I’m determined to make time to put pen to paper (or fingers to keyboard, as the case may be). Now that I’m writing again, I realize I do miss it.

What, you may ask, did I do all that time? Let’s see…I vaguely recall a couple trips to Tahoe. I remember tweaking my back so I couldn’t play tennis. Then I remember un-tweaking it and playing tennis. Mostly I remember trapping a thousand feral cats and relocating millions of them. Or so it seemed.

Transporting ferals for spay/neuter

I tell ya, I’ve never been busier. And that includes when I had a paying job, was going to college and volunteering at the same time. My current gig with Marin Friends of Ferals is full-time and then some, but strictly volunteer. I start each day spending at least 2 hours answering emails, texts and phone calls concerning feral cats.

After that, I’m usually delivering cat shelters and feeding stations, trapping cats for spay/neuter, relocating ferals to new outdoor homes, feeding ferals and delivering cat food to feral feeders. It’s all cats all the time. Woe is me. Oh wait, I already said that.

Although it’s often physically challenging and emotionally taxing trying to make life better for ferals, the work is worthwhile and fulfilling. But the trick is learning to balance it with everything else.

I want more time with friends; I want to walk my 4 dogs before dark; I want to play tennis more than once a week. And yes, I want time to write for you, my few treasured readers. But I’m not going to just want it, I’m going to make it happen. Ready? Set? Go!