Just so people know, I’m leaving next Wednesday to visit Andy in Tennessee. If any of you are curious, let me assure you, things have blossomed beautifully since leaving Atlanta nearly four weeks ago. And visiting him will be pure sunshine to help nourish this budding flower (please oh please excuse the analogy) that seems to be growing everyday.

But I have found that I’m neglecting my readers. Ages ago, I used to post once, twice, sometimes three times a day. Will I fade away as my hero did? Will I be 94 years old and still poking away at some keyboard, satisfying nosey readers and fulfilling this fake form of popularity? Is my blog my only hope for having any sort of influence in the world (wide web)? Dear God, I hope not…

These last few weeks, I’ve been at a loss as to what to say or write. I’ve come to realize that I definitely talk a lot, but I’m not saying much…

But just the same, people still want to know. I have grammatics and correct spelling and that seems enough to keep people coming back. Who they are, I’m not always sure. Why they’re interested, I have no clue. But if I stopped writing, I fear something horrible might happen. Like a disgruntled email from some unknown person living 2,391 miles away from me. That would be devastating…

So this much is true. I’ll be writing a lot in the next few days leading up to the moment I leave. I doubt I’ll have much of a chance to post anything during my week in Tennessee, but I’ll be taking notes–the mental kind–and eventually, they’ll make their way in the form of italacized adverbs (for emphasis) and occasional hypertext. And all will be right again. I promise.

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