If I am ever to get caught up to where I meant to be last week, that is.  I have so very much to get done, and some of it is sort of time sensitive, depending upon how I choose to view it.

You see, I have decided that all of this information-at-your-fingertips-speed-of-light-communications-creating-all-of-these-obligations-and-expectations-and-now-now-NOW! crap is not for me.  I was born into a world where things were done at the speed of humans, not of computers (okay, yes, I know some stuff – lay off, I’m sleepy).  That is the world in which I grew up; a world of writing letters and making telephone calls where a message was left for someone with an actual person, and it took time for that person to relay the message, and then you had to wait until the recipient of the message had time. . .

I waited a lot.  And everyone around me waited, too.  And it seems to me that, by and large, we were perfectly okay with the whole concept of life taking its time and not gratifying us instantly until we were informed, en masse, that we didn’t have to be okay with it.

Funny how that happens, i’nnit?

Well I have tendered my resignation and I am choosing to once again move at the speed of humans and take time with my life, even though I have a ton of things I want to write about, lovelies, and a ton of correspondence and such. . .  

The facts are as follows.

Fact One:  I know and love too many people whose birthdays fall in March and April, and it is very surprising to me how much time birthdays can take up, what with the shopping and the wrapping and the dining and the partying and the caking and the giving.  I seem to have forgotten about that, but I have a celebration dinner tonight, a soiree on Saturday, another occasion with a date yet to be determined, etc.

Fact Two:  My sleep deprivation is showing.  I have been up since six o’clock p.m. yesterday, and it is beginning to wear on me.  Rest assured (I did not intend that awful pun) that this is no mania, nor is it cause for concern, I am merely resetting my circadian rhythms.  Or trying to.

Fact Three:  I love the people I have developed relationships with through this particular medium, but there is so much life to be lived out in the world, and I am absolutely in love with living it!

So this is a big, 500ish word mass explanation as to why no one is hearing from me.  Apologies.  I shall work on catching up tomorrow.  Right now I have some really fantastic gifts to wrap (giving gifts is so much more delightful for me when I can anticipate the delight they will bring).

Moral of the story Random note: I don’t actually steal all of my really good titles. But this one was purloined from the very wonderful novel by the very wonderful (and very dead) Aldous Huxley. There. Now my moral devoir is fulfilled.

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