If you are one of my dear friends whose e-mail lies, apparently unnoticed, in my Inbox right now, this message is for you. You are not alone. And neither are you forgotten. Although it may come as only a modest consolation, I do feel a measure of guilt for each e-mail that I do not respond to immediately. This amount is increased for e-mails from friends (good e-mails), further increased by e-mails addressed only to me (really good e-mails), and tips the scales when I’ve been such a berk that over a month has passed since you first contacted me (what a schmuck).
The only insult I intend to add to these injuries is to let you know that I’ve recently been dealing with some Heavy School-Related $#!t and that I soon hope to be on the sweet, downhill side of that obnoxious wave—at which point I fully intend to stop blogging and write you properly. A phone call or two will almost certainly be in order in some cases. I know my responsibilities, even if I don’t always attend to them.
Once I’ve cleared my Inbox, and my conscience, I’ll be updating DR with some tales from graduate school, for your general edification (something I can only do, it would seem, by degrees… ha, ha). Thanks for bearing with me! Knowing you are all out there—somewhere, over the optical fibres—gives me more comfort than a warm glass of milk and a nap after lunch ever did.