October, November, December -- Oh my!

Well, there are late bloomers and late bloggers, and alas, I’m obviously both. It seems that when it comes to writing, I am much like a dairy cow— I eat up about 100 pounds of experience every day and then sit around and chew… and chew… and chew… the cud of it before it can become something useful. Please bear… um… bovine(?)… with me.