I’m selling my house.  I’m moving.  I’m looking for my desktop under a pile of unpaid bills.  I’m building a fire, trying to stay warm.  I’m working on a novel.  I owe my daughter a letter and my son some attention.  I owe everyone money.  I’m tired of my job and need to make a change.  I can’t think when the phone rings.  I live in a world that doesn’t look like the one in my head. 

So this site is closed for the winter, boarded up tight.  I’ll get myself resettled and see you again come spring.  Sometime in March, I’d say.  We’ll unpack my books and thoughts and set up house all over again.  I’ll have new windows and a strange ceiling to stare up at while I try to sleep.  I’ll tell you about it then, or sooner, if I feel the need.

Until then… some random favorites

Like a summer resort, I’m seriously thinking about closing this place down for the winter.  Shutter the windows and lock the doors.  Nail down the lid on the comment box, at least until spring thaw.  I haven’t had anything to say and there aren’t that many of you around.  Damn spammers, of course, knocking over trash cans, leaving their crap all over the place.  I could do without them, at least do without worrying about them for a few months while I sold my house and got myself moved.  Maybe I’d even have something to say when I came back.  There’s just no telling.

So don’t be surprised if you show up here one day soon and find the place boarded up tight for the winter with a sign on the door:  See you in March!