11.03.01
Saturday

A week or so ago, when I was quite sure I was going to die at the hands of terrorists, I wrote all about it here then sat back and waited for it to happen. Would it be a dramatic nuclear flash where in an instant, I'd be turned into a skeleton and in the next I'd be gone? Would it be some sort of nerve gas that would render me insane then quickly bring quivering convulsive death? Perhaps it would be disease, causing a drawn out consumptive and romantic death like in an overwrought sentimental Victorian novel.

As luck would have it, of course none of these things happened and when it appeared that my demise wasn't imminent, I had to slink back  in here and let you know. 

To be quite honest, I felt stupid for not dying. Guilty even.

(Do you get where I'm going with this? You don't? Really? I have to say it out loud? Oh all right . . . )

I felt then, much like I feel now--stupid and nearly guilty for not going through with the separation I prematurely disclosed in my last missive. (Well not really guilty, actually I'm quite pleased, but you and I have know each other awhile and you know what I mean. Unless of course you are one of the new readers in which case we don't know each other very well, but there are archives for that sort of thing. Oh to hell with the archives. The short story is I'm a dork who tends to over react and the best part about reading all this is the feeling of gratefulness you might feel to your personal God or Rainbow or Druid that are you not me, nor are you remotely like me in any manner.)

I just needed to get that out there. That we've changed our plans and are not heading to opposite ends of the same coast. I will join Hula in Alachua. (Remember that place?) While I'd much rather tell you about the latest Anthrax scare in our bathroom at work (Hazmat men in person equals scary), or about Mulholland Drive and Waking Life (see these films immediately before further press ruins them for you), or about how I was laid off on Halloween (my birthday, mind you), or about this really stupid thing my dog did (he's cute, though doesn't have a lot of brain power), I can't. Old friends in CT have read stumbled across this website and I've got to let them know that, for now, all is well.

And no, they didn't really stumble across it. I actually gave the URL to a few of them. For months, nay YEARS, they showed no interest. But the one time I post about my marriage, BAM. They're all over it. Thanks guys. I love you. I want my ten dollars. 

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