Dear Old Friends,
I need to make a decision soon. Like many of you, I'm sure, we've had some belt-tightening days here at SoT headquarters and despite constant demands that the monthly fee paid to Typepad needs to be slashed from the budget, I've held firm, saying that I still have plans, that I still want to keep it going, that I'm going to wake up one morning and instead of facing a 12-hour workday, a four poop-diaper changing day, a day that I don't get accidentally elbowed in the oft-broken nose by the always-wanting-to-play Marlie, I will find time to blog again. I've been saying this for months now. I've also been saying I will finish one of the three dozen books (and growing) stacked in the TBR pile. Or watch that Guy Madden movie that I've had saved on the DVR for six months now. Or, or, or. I keep hoping that the day will just happen, but realize that it won't until I make it. Right now, I just don't have the energy or even the drive to make it happen. My free time is all about being a father and a husband. And the problem is, I don't have enough free time.
This is just to say that I'm holding out hope. I'm keeping this line item in the budget because in the next fiscal year, we're going to do something. Because I don't read like the the SoT of old did, it may be more along the lines of a father wishing he could read.
Who knows?
But SoT ain't dead yet. It's just sitting here, still getting several hundred page views a day, most of them looking for nude photos of Madonna, but plenty actually finding (I hope) content of value. Maybe there will be even more to come. There definitely won't be any nude photos of Madonna.
Love,
SoT