I’m tickled to be back (as of Tuesday) in Charlottesville, Virginia, with a Lisbon cat in my luggage. I didn’t open the bag to let the cat out until last night, and by that time the cat was really hungry. Then she meowed and purred nonstop, drawing excessive amounts of attention to herself until all I wanted to do was zip her back into my rolling suitcase. But the cat is not going back into the bag, and you’ll know what I’m talking about soon enough.
In any case, I’m back in town and back on the blog. I’m also loving C-Ville Weekly’s Editor-in-Chief Cathy Harding (arm wrestling name “The Punctuator“) right now for calling me one of Charlottesville’s unsung heroes. She might not have used those exact words, but you certainly can.
Hold on a sec – What do you writers call this device? I can’t remember. It’s, like, right on the tip of my tongue.
Oh, right. Metaphor. 🙂
Welcome back!
You’re back!
You went somewhere?
meow.
Now I know who my real friends are, Willis. My real friends are the ones who don’t necessarily see me in real life, but who can sense my cyber distance when I’m abroad. They can feel that my IP address has changed, that my posts are crossing the Atlantic. They miss the warm proximity of my internet. I suggest that you are a long way from emotional maturity.
My blog has come home to its native Charlottesville IP address! This deserves a champagne toast. And Matt, I don’t want metaphorical champagne. I want the expensive kind that literally makes you drunk.