Have I killed you yet?
You're only 4 years old. Too young to die. Wait...do I detect a weak and thready pulse? Maybe there's still some life here.
I didn't mean to do it. It's just that it's hard to post when you have so many other things that you should be getting done. I don't like hearing you didn't do blah blah blah but you found time to post, even though that's probably always been the case to some degree. It just seems like lately there's been more on the list and it's not just me being affected by my lapses.
So, I apologize for all my neglectful behavior; for not responding to comments and e-mails and memes (which I will do, I promise), for not commenting on your blogs (even though I do read them still), and for any other conscious and unconscious transgressions I may have committed.
I'm going to try to do some year-end house cleaning and get things caught up, just in case anyone is still out there. (At the very least, I know I can always count on Richard!) I have countless drafts and I may just go ahead and post them in their unfinished form and in their proper chronological place. Maybe. I don't know. You know how it is with me, right? Right?