Dad and I talked on the phone earlier. The first thing he said was, “Are you all right?”
“Sure. Why?”
“There’s been nothing new on the blog since Thursday!”
How’s that for drama in real life? He was kidding, but he was right. And the remarkable thing is that I was conscious of it and trying to organize my poor thoughts into some kind of post earlier in the evening. This has gotten to be, for better mostly but on occasion worse, a daily habit. I told Dad I knew I had missed some days recently — partly because I’ve been out doing other stuff or partly because I needed to give the blog a rest — but that I was pretty sure I hadn’t missed two days in a row (and still haven’t) for several months. Saying that meant that I had to go back and check. And the last time I went two days without posting something — we’re not talking quality here, just regularity — was August 28-29.
Glad to hear you’re still keyboard-friendly. Feared you were in the midst of a botox misadventure, under the assumption “the unfurrowing” would up your MPH.
Liposuction — that’s the ticket.