As I’ve alluded to on several occasions, my health has really taken a beating recently. Unfortunately it has deteriorated to the point where I can no longer commit to six high quality posts a week without placing an undue amount of stress on myself. Frankly I’ve been in denial of that for a few days now, and the corresponding drop in quality really shows. Accordingly, this will be the last SB post for a while.
I don’t know how long this hiatus will be. It might only be a few days, it might be a lot longer. I will say this is NOT the end of Superfluous Bloviations. The site isn’t going anywhere. Posts will resume as soon as I feel better.
Please don’t worry about me; I’m going to be OK. Indeed, making sure I’m OK is perhaps the number one reason for this. I appreciate everyone’s support over the last seven months or so. It really means a lot.
Given my disdain for anything resembling cooking, it’s a wonder I don’t eat out a lot more than I do. All I can say is I’m glad to live in an age of microwaves.
Otherwise I would have been too downtrodden even by Dickensian standards.
For a myriad of reasons, I avoid McDonald’s like the plague. If I had my druthers, I wouldn’t set foot in the place ever again. Unfortunately they have a playground, and I have an eight-year-old daughter.
Longtime readers know there are several running themes here at SB. They also know I’ve neglected most of them recently.
A clear case of art imitating life.
The short answer behind most of my inactivity is that being bipolar I constantly find myself with a long and unfulfilled task list, whether I like it or not (and I assure you, I most definitely don’t). Here are some specifics: