My real-life blog takes up all my blogging time these days. My real life takes up most of my blogging time.
I miss the work I've done here -- and all the work I've done in my head and never committed to writing.
Each day that passes without my coming back here makes it harder to come back at all. Do I have to explain what I've been up to? I don't have time to write about all that's happened in my life -- some good, some bad, some inevitable -- especially since my object always is to tease a coherent and, hopefully, amusing narrative from my recollections. I have finally decided that, when I come back, I should just keep going, without looking back. That would leave lots of 'new' stuff for the book anyway.
So that's what I will do.
But not today. I have too much else going on right now.