Fine, thanks for asking

Once again it’s been awhile. I can think of several excuses for this. One is, I recently moved for the first time in 18 years. That’s right – a child born the day I moved into my apartment in Oakland would have been able to vote in the recent presidential election. Which is another excuse. It seems like everyone I know was hit with a crushing wave of exhaustion once the election was over, such was our relief that the phrase “President Romney” would remain a random juxtaposition of words with no referent in the actual world. It was a strange night; I had barely settled onto Cecil’s couch for what I thought was going to a a long night in the style of Bush/Gore 2000 when Obama’s number at the top of the screen ticked over 270. And just like that it was over, with no drama remaining except whether Karl Rove would actually have a massive coronary á la Randolph Duke. (I kept waiting for Karl to start shouting “Turn those machines back on!” Oh, my, was it sweet.) Quite frankly I feel like I’m only just now waking up from my post-election stupor…which rolled right into my Thanksgiving food stupor…and now that I’ve finally finished the last little sliver of pumpkin pie in the house, it may finally be time to return to something resembling wakefulness and productivity. Or maybe not. We shall see.

2 Responses to “Fine, thanks for asking”

  1. The Old Man in KS Says:

    Of course I already know the answers to some of these questions, but I’ll act as though I don’t: To where did you move for the first time in 18 years? Why did you up & move for the first time in 18 years? And finally, what will you miss the most about your previous location?

  2. Merle Baggard Says:

    No more excuses going forward. Let’s have frequent posting.

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