I was thinking that I'd just walk away, and stop posting for a while, and that I'd come back in November, after the election, and see whether I felt like posting and/or commenting. I could just go. Quietly. Disappear myself. I leave aside any speculation as to whether my not writing would be noticed.
Then I thought that might be rude. I mean: I've been here on and off since November, 2006, and I've written 8,139 comment and 432 essays. I've been sitting in that chair in the corner of the collective living room for a while. Sometimes I left my beer bottles on the floor, sometimes I had flowers and poetry for others. So maybe the right thing to do is to say something before I get out of the chair and just up and leave. Something like this:
Well, I'm going to go off and have an adventure or two, and do some different things for a while, and so I probably won't be seen around here for a month or so. Maybe longer. I'm fine. There's nothing wrong. Everything is good. It's just that it's time for a new adventure. Or two. So, while I'm gone, it's ok for somebody else to sit in my chair. To take it over, make it your own. It's comfortable. And when you sit in this corner, it's ok to be erratic, and even cranky sometimes. Just try to be entertaining, ok? That's it. Well, I reckon I got to light out for the territory ahead.