No, I'm not dead and I haven't fallen off the face of the earth.
I have many half-blogs written, and ideas floating around my head. I just have trouble putting pen to paper (or fingers to keyboard, I suppose).
I've been accepted to transfer to Mom/Baby. I'm finally getting out of Hell. Only four shifts to go, and it's happy people with babies instead of old people dying slowly over many visits.
"I can't wait" doesn't *nearly* convey the excitement here.
I anticipate more stories to come... don't worry :)