You know I love you, baby. I wouldn't leave you.

I ran out of gas. I, I had a flat tire. I didn't have enough money for cab fare. My tux didn't come back from the cleaners. An old friend came in from out of town. Someone stole my car. There was an earthquake. A terrible flood. Locusts. IT WASN'T MY FAULT, I SWEAR TO GOD.

I'm still here. What excuse do I have for my absence? TiVo; that ill conceived break in the Lost season; working for a living; traveling to far and away locales -- Minneapolis, New Orleans, the Big A, Chemung -- hockey season, allergy season, seasons in the sun, hunting season. Life in general. I don't know how Andrew Sullivan keeps up. Of course, he gets paid for it. So I'm back. Stay tuned, faithful reader, for some random, overdue posts.