Many Thanks

You've slogged through the Swamp of Self-Loathing with me, my loyal readers. You have offered comfort and encouraging words. You have upheld me in your prayers. You are all wonderful, patient people. Saints, really.

What's the matter with you?

Doesn't such self-involved deprecation make you want to slap me? I want to slap myself. I would, too, but I'd have to take my glasses off first, and without them, I would miss my face and probably hit a cat. That's no good.

I suspect the real reason for all the compassion is, at one time or another, you've all been where I was. I'm so sorry. When it happens again, let me know. I'll be just as close for you.

Anyway, I love and appreciate you all. Thanks for sticking with me. I'll try to be a bit more upbeat this month. I may start with a post idea I've been courting called "Why Editors Are Jerks, or Dear Editor, I Love You, Please Love Me, Too."

I just need to think up content worthy of the title.

Many thanks to you all.