The Monkey (i.e., me) had lunch with faithful readers and longtime pals mister muleboy and bellotoot yesterday. What with commuting with mister muleboy and the long chat with bellotoot, lunch lasted about six hours—a lot of conversation under the bridge, amongst which the topic of my recent lack of blogging came up. I have my reasons—yuletide busyness, post-award modesty, and an essay about Mary Pickford's Stella Maris that stubbornly refuses to write itself—but mostly I think it can all be boiled down to the words of this song by one of my favorite singer-songwriters, Liz Phair:
I promise to wake up and get back on track after the new year. Thank you for your patience.