Yep, that's Mary, and that exchange has been somewhat typical of my life in the past month.

"But where the hell have you been?" you're bellowing at your screen. "You disappear for a month and all we get is a six-line quotation from a phone call as your way of saying 'Sorry for flaking out on you'"?

Yep, pretty much.

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I've been having a bit of a crisis of conscience regarding this site ever since I got home from Colorado. I've been writing for this site for nearly five years now, and in those five years I've done a surprisingly thorough job of chronicling my life-up-to-now. If you've been reading, and have stuck around for a while, you have a comprehensive idea of the factors that conspired and colluded with the roots of my personality to create the person I am today.

Instead of writing about living life in the past month, I've actually been out living it. Each night I would come home (well, 99% of the time I came home, but that one time was at Mary's insistence, honest!) and think, "I should write…" and my hands would still, my words silence, the moment I sat down in front of a keyboard.

Some people can write about all aspects of their personal lives on a public website and share them with the world. I cannot, and will not. Five years of writing here has taught me that I must pick and choose what I share, and there is one aspect of my life that is absolutely, utterly, and without question off-limits: my marriage & relationship with Jeff.

I'll say this much:

1. Damn, but life's been good lately.
2. …but can I get the goodness with maybe a smidge less sleep deprivation? I'd appreciate it.