Reflected Glory

Just saw the fiery reflection of the setting sun in the top left-hand corner of my computer.
That is about as much relevance the title is going to have with the rest of the post.
So, it's been a while. Had no excuses when someone from my minuscule, and, by now probably non-existent, readership used to ask, 'why aren't you posting these days?' Was it ennui, sadness, loneliness, something out of Godot? Wouldn't it be fun to just assume the persona of wilting violet, and with deep, long sighs go 'my life is meaningless'. Hmmmmm?
Well, the thing is, I had become lazy: lazy to collect my thoughts, lazy to collate them, lazy to take snapshots from my mental album and transfer them into word stories.
A few years back, I had seen this movie, How Stella Got Her Groove Back. Besides Whoopi Goldberg, and some older woman-younger guy romantic track, there is not much that I remember about the film. The title, though, is another story. Maybe I could buy the rights for the sequel: How Journeylist is Struggling to Get Her Groove Back.
Or, is it too risky to go with titles in the How... series these days, what with all the 'internalising' likely to happen?