Thank you for visiting, but I seem to be out. You see, it's the end of the year and there are 296 deadlines charging straight at me like a herd of very angry cougars (and I'm not even confident that cougars herd or charge). My Dearest Blog, and you know what makes matters worse, my one and only, Mac-Book Hard-Drive (people thought we were cruel when we named her because of the double double-barrel, but we thought it was cute) has passed away. This wouldn't be so bad if we weren't so attached. It was scary, how'd well she knew me. And her ability to recall every secret I ever told her means that she will sorely missed, indeed.
I am trying to sort through my emotions. I'm very confused these days. I feel like part of me has disappeared with her. I'm not crazy. This just must be what love is. I never thought I'd lose her, I rarely told my secrets to anyone but her. But, I must accept that those secrets that I only told her and I can't remember, are truly gone forever. Nevertheless, I know I must press on through this wilderness, armed with a newborn, whom I named Mac-Book Hard-Drive Jr.
I am so sorry, Blog, but this means that the time I wanted to spend with you must be put on hold. I need to spend time with Junior, tell her my secrets and teach her what's right and wrong. Already she's learned so much. She's a spelling whiz and can tell me what the GDP of Panama is. Understand that I will miss you, Blog, but I have my priorities and I'm confident you will understand. Already, a list is building of the things we need to talk about... I can't wait!