Dear readers,
It's not you. It's me. We had our moments, like when I pretended to understand wedding etiquette. And, that time Bill the Roofer thought I had a life. And, of course, it was always a pleasure to tell you about the inventively stupid things my parents' dog did. But, sometimes writers and readers just grow apart and there's no one to blame. Besides, most of my recent writing has involved jokes that would only make a room full of seventh graders laugh, and that's not what I had in mind when I started this blog.
And, so, this is goodbye. Today's post marks the final entry in this space. Many thanks to those who visited this blog occasionally, regularly, sparingly, or religiously. Your comments and criticisms were welcome and helped keep me going when I was suffering through a creative fallow period. I wish you all well as you seek other ways to pass your time at work.
Cheers,
HTV
