I kept imagining that I would write some sort of farewell post here, but it didn’t happen. It may still, but the truth is, farewell. For now. The site will still be here so I can keep my email address, but at this point, it’s hard to say when and if I will ever decide to devote the energy to continuing this blog as a blog.

I didn’t intend for it to happen this way, but I went through a period about a month ago where things just kept happening in my life: throw-away things, and bad things, and tragic things, and good things? I don’t really remember if anything was specifically good. And since I was already having lots of issues keeping this thing going, it just seemed like a good enough excuse to stop everything entirely.

So I’m going to turn some plug-ins off and just… stop. It seemed worth it to actually indicate this was happening as opposed to letting things trail out there. And it seems worth it to note that despite everything, it’s December 21 and I am happy. Which hasn’t been a normal state for December 21 in quite some time; not that December 21 represents anything in particular, but I always have a hard time with the holidays. For whatever reason this year — ironically, due to everything that’s happened — that is not the case.

So I’m going to crawl in bed and read with a bowl game on in the background, and be unbearably thankful for days spent with my phenomenal parents; for evenings spent with others I find phenomenal, or stupendous, as the case may be; for being able to accomplish all of my Christmas shopping in one day; for overpaying for shipping to make sure that last statement is true; for wings and beer; for the fact that if I can get up early in the morning and make it to Super Target before the crowds descend, all I have to do between then and Tuesday is wrap and cook; for football; for books; for my bed; and for the people in my life who read this and who only have to stop and think for a second to come up with at least one reason why I love them, because I do.