It’s Not You; It’s Me

I’m not ignoring you. But I have to confess that you’re difficult to talk to sometimes. And by that, I mean that I wrote a new post (the BEST EVER!!) and then tried to delete one extra line, and the entire thing disappeared. As far as I know, these blog thingies don’t have a “back” button, so I would’ve had to re-write the whole thing. (And since brilliance doesn’t strike every day, how could I possibly replicate the BEST POST EVER!!)? This is when I – as we say in recovery circles – got the “eff-its” (except we aren’t a shy group and generally use the real F word) and gave up.

So that’s why I haven’t spoken to you in over a week. I know; I miss you, too. I will make it up to you soon. Promise.

P.S. Don’t you dare give me a guilt trip, as you hardly ever write back. (But I know you’re there, so thanks anyway.)