It's been three weeks since I started a long-needed break from this blog. I didn't really mean for it to last this long, but I kept stretching the break because of an early insight: The best thing about blogging is that it feels so good to quit.
I won't apologize for the break but will explain it a bit:
1. With two college classes to teach, and tutoring and the endless Outpost slog, something just had to give. So long, blog.
2. My foot has been hurting for a couple of months now. Presumably the gout, but still not officially diagnosed. I keep telling myself that it's my foot that hurts, not my brain, but it's remarkable how a little pain in the lower extremities goes straight to the head. No energy, no enthusiasm, just a ration of self-pity and suffering. Besides, I used to console myself during these attacks by thinking that at least I'm not one of those people you see limping around permanently (amazing how many there are, once you start to notice). Now after gimping around for two months, that consolation is pretty much gone.
3. We're getting serious about this newspaper business. We're just finishing the most profitable first quarter in Outpost history. It's about time. The future may be on the web, but the present is very much in print. We've got to stick to our knitting, dance with the one who brung us, and stop fouling our own nest (or a cliche to that effect).
4. Nothing to say. Zippo. I never was one for small talk, and blogging increasingly seems like the smallest talk of which humans are capable. One less voice makes the blogging world a better place.
5. Don Mellon.
I still think blogging makes sense as a long-term business strategy for a weekly newspaper like ours. But I'm sick of long-term thinking. I just want to make a couple of bucks and head for the house at a decent hour. Before long, it will be too late.