Getting out the oil

Everything seems a bit rusted...including my desire to ramble about things in general. Think I am going to give this a whirl again.

Just a brief historical analysis, one which I have thought about often...
I no longer work at the unnamed university that gave me so much grief. I mourned for a while - but lost my voice, or regained a new one, or something to that effect. Blogging is an odd thing - I felt neglectful, yet unmotivated to write through the silence. After a while, the nagging thoughts disappeared entirely. And suddenly today, I just thought it was time to resurrect the Big Picture.

Oh, and the other reason, is that I was worried that my new employer was reading it. Not that I had anything to hide, it was more or less that uneasy feeling of being watched. I was not sure where my narrative would go...

So I am working in the private sector, with the same said employer. Now I feel safe to guff. No more eyes are searching or watching. Not that I have anything particularly bad to say, but I have lots of evil thoughts about private enterprise. Bwah-ha ha!

More catching up to ensue I am sure. I feel like I am making up with an old lover. Feels very comfortable, but wrought with old patterns of the past.