I've been thinking. Not "I've been thinking" in terms of a lunch, an hour, an afternoon, a weekend, a month. More like taking a month of Sundays to think. A year, more like. A year where nobody really heard from me, or might hear a sporadic email or call every now and then. Little past that, and little of substance. Little of it can be shared at all, much less publicly. Not all the stories I have in my head are mine to tell.