And I don’t feel a day over 60…

I’m spending another day away from the computers, my once-a-year “holiday.” Just in time, too…lately, I’ve been getting a lot of…unpleasant email, and truth is with everything that’s going on around here, I’m running out of tolerance for being blamed for things that are out of my control, or receiving demands that I volunteer even more of my time than I already do. Maybe not dealing with it at all for twenty-four hours will give me a little distance…although with my luck, I’ll just have twice as much horse-pucky to come back to the day after the Ides of March.

Thing is, this year I’m not even looking forward to the day the way I have for so many cycles of the sun. This year, it seems like an inconvenience shoved into an already ghastly year instead of a welcomed relief. I really believe if Katie weren’t looking forward to it so much (she has a good part of my day planned already), I’d bag the self-imposed vacation and spend tomorrow doing what I do pretty much every other day; squint at a CRT, the 19″ diagonal becoming my entire world.

Ah, well…before my day begins, I’ll set up another posting (something I promised to have out this morning and didn’t…please accept my apologies, Jerry) and maybe even a podcast show for tomorrow. And hopefully when I return, I’ll be a little less morose. If you get some time Saturday, listen to the Thursday episode of Yours Truly, Johnny Dollar’s “The Clinton Matter,” which aired a few hours before I was born. I’d run it on the podcast, but I don’t have the time to find it.