perfidy

The wife is in Maryland, doing the band thing for some conspicuously consuming stingy yacht monkeys. The boy is asleep on the couch, preventing me from being asleep on the couch. The railing is replaced on the stairway, the taxes are done (just in time, my extension was running out), the laundry is washed and folded, and I have no desire to enter the jungle that is my garage. I have finished the book proposal, except for editing. Resumes are sent. Email answered. I have no choice but to blog.

For the first several weeks of this hiatus, I was insanely busy and had every excuse to not blog. I didn't watch the news, because I was fixing the house or burying my face in some stripper's tits in Vegas. Good excuses. But as time went by, I wasn't even reading the blog. Not so much for lack of time, but for shame, guilt and remorse.

As a cofounder of this blog, I have responsibilities. Not large ones, granted, but responsibilities nevertheless. And I had been shirking them. And the longer I went without posting, the harder it was to face my shame, read the backlog and start posting again.

I can now tell you that I have faced my fears, conquered my guilt, and sent my shame to its room to sulk. I'm back! Not that that will do you, my esteemed reader, any good because I have absolutely no idea what's going on in the world. I might have noticed if terrorists nuked DC, but only because I'm in the fallout zone downwind of the city. Short of that, for me its still late May.

While my son slumbers, I will read the news and see how much piquant and incisive commentary I can serve up before he wakes.