Leave of absence

I know, I know.  “Where the hell has he been the past several days?”  “Why has he neglected the blog?”  “Oh, Kee-rist—he’s babbling about his job again…”  These and many other thoughts are probably parading through the mind of the vast readership (in the high two figures) at Thrilling Days of Yesteryear.

Truth be told, there are two explanations.  One, I have been busier than the proverbial one-armed paperhanger.  This past Saturday and Sunday were the two weekend days that required my presence at the La Quinta Midtown because the relief auditor (who I have now seen fit to dub “Little Miss Weekend Warrior”) has that prior commitment to Uncle Sam that she neglected to mention to management until after she was hired.  As such, this requires me to work six days straight, and while I’ve been doing that I’ve also had to juggle a pair of outside writing projects…one of which was due today.

The other excuse for my blog reticence has to do with writing—namely, a crippling case of writer’s block.  It’s a condition that I have succumbed to many times in the past, often forgoing a go at the old pen and paper (or in this case, Microsoft Word) to instead lie about listlessly watching nostalgic television or classic movies…and having no desire to jot down my impressions.  (And when you’re in the middle of projects where people are paying you to write, it can be mighty inconvenient.)

But I hope to have something substantial up on the blog within the next day or so—except that I just realized I used the words “substantial” and “blog” in the same sentence.  If push comes to shove, I can always bitch about my job.