And you thought you were rid of me…
When last we left things, I was apparently storming out of the room in a huff. OK, maybe not *exactly* like that, but things were grim, both personally and professionally, and my enthusiasm level was nearly non-existent. The draft hadn’t helped things. Like, at all.
In many ways, the time away was helpful. I essentially unplugged. I tried to read as much of the fine work done here at The Cannon--both articles AND comments--as I could, but I needed to keep things at arm’s length.
But, deep down, you had to know I couldn’t quit you.