An explanation

Last week took the starch out of my knickers and knocked me on my ass. The older I get, the harder it is to bounce back and exhaustion is a bitch. Earlier today, I was sitting with my laptop, looking at a blank blog post with no idea of what to say or post. And I burst into those irrational tears men love so much. I'm sitting there sobbing in exhaustion, and Grand pops in to check on me. I mentioned the shit I'dbeen through and that I couldn't focus, and he made the very sweet gesture to post an apology for me and sent me to bed.

I posted the comments that came in before crashing, but I couldn't shake two uncomfortable feelings. One, it felt like a batshit crazy plea for attention. I hate when I do that. I try to keep my BSC off the blog as much as possible. Second, and probably the biggest, was a comment (joke) about wirecutter. We all know wc is tough and can take anything anybody cares to dish out. We also know he would be the last person in the world to tell someone to pull a post or apologize. He's about the biggest champion of personal freedoms I know. And while Grand is a good friend, wc is my Blogfather. My big brother. Someone I consider not just a friend, but family.

So in fitful bouts of sleep that bordered coma, I wrestled with "leave it or take it down". Risk offending a good friend who tried to do something nice or another good friend who holds a special place in my heart. I decided to take it down. Not for wirecutter, but for me. Still don't know if it's a good choice, or if it even matters to anyone but me.

I do thank Grand for the sweet supportive gesture. And everyone who commented wishes and support. And this is hopefully the last leakage of batshit crazy for a while. Carry on.