The Queen of Procrastination (she sucks in her cheeks, peers down her patrician nose, and waves stiffly to the small people – though not until tomorrow probably) wishes you a happy new year. And if that’s not looking likely from where things stand today, then I hope you can enjoy periods of contentment and random moments of delight.
I have been chunking away at this blogging thing for nearly five years. It began as a bit of a lark, and it was fun when life wasn’t infuriating. Sometimes fun, even then. The gift of Bush was the ultimate source of blogginess.
The insurgence of the Tea Party has taken us to a whole new level of weird street drama, rooted in me-me-me and disturbingly twisted agendas. NIMBY has morphed into NIMUNOE (Not in My Universe Now or Ever). It’s difficult to make a case for it being the best of times when the worst of times has become so noisily dominant.
Anyway, I am neither sufficiently organized nor disposed to keep on keeping on. It’s really not fun any more.
So I’m taking an extended, and possibly permanent, leave from the Clothesline. It’s definitely time.
If anyone is out there, thanks so much for hanging in there, so to speak. Really. Thanks. It’s been an interesting ride, eh?
Happy New Year!