How Can I Miss You?

I just realized next Sunday is Easter.  The end of lent.  Possibly the end of my blog-a-day project.  What do you think about that? 

Thank god, Silver.  I mean...every day?!  I like you and all but I don't give a flying fig about whether or not you gardened today.  Shut up already; you're babbling.

You might think that.  Or...you might think...

Hey wait, we're not done yet.  What happens to X?  Does Thing 2 get put in a zoo?  How about the reunion and total world domination?!  And Audrey?!  You can't just leave us hanging.  Not cool, Silver.

I can't decide what to do yet.  For sure I am going to keep writing with some regularity because it's fun and I love it a lot.  And because I haven't gotten in trouble for this yet.  And it's my dear diary that I like to believe no one reads.  And I've got a lot of things swirling around in my head that I have to work out somewhere.   

So, y'know, you invisible people I pretend don't exist so I don't get nervous and censor myself (although I am totally censoring myself about something and not sure if I'm ever going to tell you about it), you invisible people will have to wait and see after next Sunday what happens.  Maybe I'll take a blog-cation for a week.

My mother always said, "How can I miss you if you don't go away?"