“Gal Pal”: married!
Georgia Boy, Tuesday Nights: done.
I really don’t want to be bothered.
First to go: the volunteer analyzing, arguing, and tracking both the Islamic Small Wars and the Middle East Conflict.
By my own authority, I am ordering myself off to 30 days fundamental R&R on all that.
I expect the conflicts will survive my absence.
Next in line: bon voyage, Facebook buddies.
From Riyadh to Lahore, London to Tel Aviv, sail on through the magnetosphere without me, me ever brave and true revolutionary mates.
You’ll be fine.
It’s I who need the Big Break from continuous chatyping, not that I haven’t enjoyed and been intellectually, socially, and spiritually (but not financially) enriched by it.
Next layer removed: the synagogue, the committees, the choir — not that much of that’s going on anyway. When I get bored, I’ll help out with the new web and chat some about a certain incompletely conceptualized garden and park — but that’s all!
No need to move the feet: one just takes the mind somewhere else, and so I am packing up mine and taking it to Hemingway and Le Carré.