Some call it lazy ...

—   you berk.    Over the past couple of weeks I've let a lot of blog things slip, like reading mail and visiting sites and communicating with anyone.  The e-mail is so stacked that I'm actually fearful of walking into the mail room, but don't stop.   If it's really good say "read this you berk."   None of this has anything to do with anybody.  In the olden days, before I matured, I just announced I was quitting blogging,  and then come back later, tail betwixt legs.  This time I'm just riding it out.