Managing expectations
I am pathetic at keeping up with the blog. Stuff happens, I think it would be neat to comment, and then, as I am falling asleep that night, it turns out that I have not actually done so. The next day, the comment is dated and other duties clamor for attention. Before you know it, two weeks of silence have been broadcast, and the guilt is overwhelming.
Some folks would name the issue as laxity; I prefer "careful allocation of scarce resources." Either way, I apologize. I am ashamed for myself and my ancestors.
Alas, I cannot promise that I will change. Perhaps if I were unemployed ... unmarried ... not such a fan of playing with my brother ... or frankly, any of the above, I likely could be counted on. As it is, though, I am doomed to be an infrequent poster at best.
So here it is: Be ready to not see anything. I understand that this may further erode my readership totals from "more than one," but I cannot mislead any (either?) of you that my voice will become more regular here.
Thank you for your time, and again, my apologies.
Some folks would name the issue as laxity; I prefer "careful allocation of scarce resources." Either way, I apologize. I am ashamed for myself and my ancestors.
Alas, I cannot promise that I will change. Perhaps if I were unemployed ... unmarried ... not such a fan of playing with my brother ... or frankly, any of the above, I likely could be counted on. As it is, though, I am doomed to be an infrequent poster at best.
So here it is: Be ready to not see anything. I understand that this may further erode my readership totals from "more than one," but I cannot mislead any (either?) of you that my voice will become more regular here.
Thank you for your time, and again, my apologies.