You know I get panicky, PANICKY, I tell you, at the thought of going back on a promise to you.

A promise like "I'm going to write 21 posts in a row, and put one up every day, and ain't nothin'...nothin' gonna stop me."

Well, fine. But something actually did. A trip I'd had planned for a while. To Chicago. Which I actually extended since, for the first time in a few years, I'm going when the weather is reasonable-ish. Besides, I'm usually there such a short time I have to cram everyone into a few gatherings. And while it's fun to get your worlds colliding, and it's great to have a party, I miss the one-on-one time I used to get with many of my old, Chi-town peeps.

So this post you're reading? It was written (gasp) on Thursday. Because I had a hunch that between travel and plans and Where's WiFi?, I might not squeak one out on Friday.

I worried so much about what you'd think of me for doing this. And then I realized: you probably won't. Probably wouldn't have even if I didn't post at all.

Because it's not all about me. And it never was.

Funny, how you find these things out...

xxx c

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