Many of you have asked why I haven't posted in a long time. The answer is, no surprise, complicated.
There is the easy stuff -- I've been slammed at work, traveling too much, and trying to focus on my book (much to my coauthor's surprise).
But I also feel like I've lost my voice. I have blogging laryngitis.
So rather than try to give a speech, let me give an anecdote.
The day you left, you got an early start
I opened the door to your room down the hall
I turned on the light
And all that I saw
Was a bed and a desk and couple of tacks
No sign of someone who expects to be back
I'm lucky enough to be moving to LA, along with SL. That's great, and the new house is cool, and I love LA.
However, it also means I'm leaving the house I shared with Jeanne.
I've seen your face a hundred times
Everyday we've been apart
We are moving in several pieces, for various timing reasons, but we just finished the first part. We had people come and load a truck for us.
Two men I didn't know carried sealed boxes down the stairs, one by one, and out the front door.
Just like the two men I didn't know who carried a bag, zipped up, with her in it, down the stairs, and out the front door.
It should have been easier by three
our old friend fear and you and me
Every box I pack feels like I'm killing her. She's dying, again. And it hurts as much this time as it did last.
I am very glad I have SL in my life, I'm thankful for my friends and those that support me. And for you, my readers, as well. But I haven't forgotten.
The old buzzard was wrong.
Get this party started on a Saturday nightJeanne made me a set of CDs for a present once, including her favorite songs. One of which was that Pink tune. More OtherEnd soon, I promise, and on brighter topics.
Everybody's waitin' for me to arrive
Sendin' out the message to all of my friends
Give the next taxi to someone who needs it, a bit more than you.