...I ain't all that sorry! Hugs and gropings all around, though.
It's not that I don't love this medium; I do. But sometimes real life takes a toll on hobby time. When my hobby time gets thin, I can either cut writing or cut painting or cut playing. With blogging, I can cut one of the latter two - painting or playing - and still have something to write about.
But not both. When I have to choose one outlet, the last I'll give up is playing.
Interestingly, as I wrote that I realized I almost typed 'painting.' I had to reconsider. While I spend vastly more time painting than either of the other two Activities of Daily Hobbying, or ADH's, playing is the most important. It's where I socialize with my friends and hang out at a place that's neither work nor home. There's something about the store that relaxes me.
And my job is very, very stressful! I'm sure you all feel that way, but Brent's job has got to be up there. Still, the acute unit of a psyche ward has taught him a thing or two about dealing with Un-Fans and other critics, so there you go.
Jawaballs! Where was I? Never mind.
Lately I've just worried about getting in the weekly Bell of Lost Souls articles. My last one was interesting, but there was a comment by a reader that I responded to. At first, I thought he was a bit Trollish, but then he used the word 'cogent' so he automatically doesn't qualify. Trolls, oh Faithful Reader, are concerned with many things, but brevity and concise thought aren't among their qualities.
Nor mine, really. Here was my response, but it could be the auto response for any article.
What's really left to say?