You may remember that I forecast that I wouldn't be able to keep this thing going for more than three months. Now into its sixth month I have to say it's been fun, but it's been fun, but I just don't have the will anymore. It's gotten to be a political minefield and not worth the trouble. Our cult leader once pulled me up in front of the congregation and said God told him I had been blessed with a keen ability to see and speak the truth. He may have been right and if he was, I'd have to say it's more of a curse than a blessing. So since I don't want to be less than truthful or constantly look over my shoulder, I'm puttin' her to bed.
Thanks for your support over the months, dear reader.
Good night. Good luck.
Saint Fiacre
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5 comments:
Sorry to see you go--it was a nice way to sort of keep in touch. BUT, I completely understand--I'm chafing a little myself.
I'll miss you, but we can still have knitting conversations.
Drag. I'm wondering what kind of political mindfields you tripped? I will miss your writing. =(
You are one of my favorite reads - don't let the bastards get you down.
Political minefield? Now I'm really curious. Please expand!
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