Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Leaving you in a silent lurch on Thursday was anything but easy, and I feel apologies are in order. Now, just to clarify, the act itself of abandoning you was simple enough–indeed, it seemed like the best course of action after consuming a late-night round of Brazilian barbeque and then searching two parking garages in a bacon-wrapped haze for my car. Friday morning was difficult, though, when I realized we had missed a post and was promptly seized by guilt.

We’ve had a pretty good run these last few years. I’ve approached our scheduled time together with a kind of Swiss sensibility, where we reliably talk, like clockwork, twice a week. That’s not to say we’ve spoken every Tuesday and Thursday, only that you were given advanced notice of absences. Last week was inconvenient because when you miss writing one blog post, it’s exponentially easier to miss a second, then a third, then a fourth, and then nothing, which is why it was important for me to get back behind the wheel.

There’s a reason for why I approach this ritual with such gravity. It’s been fine-tuned for yours truly. The twice weekly frequency is optimal. Anything more than that, and I get surly. Ratchet down to one post a week, and it just doesn’t suffice. The double-post sweet spot affords me a chance to keep the right axons firing. I shit you not, I was mealy-mouthed in both dialogue and thought today, a grim combination I’m chalking up to last week’s sloth. Understand I need this, far more than you do. It’s a regular oil change for my mind. Now that we’re on speaking terms again, let me abuse the privilege by admitting how we’re going to talk about weather–yes, weather–the day after the next.