If it seems like a coon's age since I've visited your blog (or visited but didn't leave a comment), you're probably right. For some its been a month of Sundays, while others have experienced a cold day in Hell.
The problem isn't at your end, of course, so please, do not adjust your sets. 'Tis me on this end of the Intertubes. I'm dancing just about as fast as I can dance, but I'm not getting anywhere—just like poor Matt in this outtakes video. (I love this guy.)
You know the reasons for my slowity: not breathing on all cylinders, a nasty medication, and increasing damage to my eyesight. I know I'm missing a TON of good stuff and it's frustrating as hell. Stressful, even—I want to know what is going on in the lives of all my Blogaritaville friends.
But all I can do is the best that I can do, and I have to accept that.
You know, as long as I'm here, I might as well bitch about something. I know I have the original "Where the Hell is Matt" video around here someplace, but I'll be dang nabbed if I can find it. Professor Organized ain't as organized as he thinks he is because he's cheep, cheep, cheep with the labels.
Did I mention that I love this guy?