How Can You Miss Me If I Don’t Leave?

When one blogs every day, not blogging felt like a flashing light – maybe he’s sick. Or MAYBE he’s not home. Continuing to blog was a security measure, as much as anything.

I was away the past couple of weeks. The family essentially circumnavigated Lake Ontario. We were in Niagara Falls for 2 days, 4 days in Toronto, 2 days in Peterborough, ON for the Olin family reunion, 2 days in Canton, NY (near my wife’s alma mater, St. Lawerence University), then 4 days in the Adirondack Mountains of NYS. I was gone from Saturday, July 30 through Saturday, August 13.

Yet I posted every day, through the magic of the thingamabob that allows me to post ahead. If you did miss me, it was that it took me longer to read and comment on your posts, to approve your comments to my posts, and the like.

When one blogs every day, not blogging felt like a flashing light – maybe he’s sick. Or MAYBE he’s not home. Continuing to blog was a security measure, as much as anything.

I didn’t even have time to write anything in draft for the first week and a half, because of time, and the little writing I did manage was pretty much in draft form, as a (pretty much continuous) word documents, without pictures and the like. When I got home, spent most of my time doing things such as getting rid of 350 e-mails.

But expect low content for a few days until I get a chance to catch up.