I'm (Probably) Not Dead

So y’all may or may not have noticed that it’s Monday night. Which means that yesterday was Sunday. And there was no AtF to be had anywhere all up in this here blog. I also notice a distinct lack of public hue and cry and absolutely no outrage about that little fact. And you know what that means? Next week will be all AtF, all the time. I don’t know who I’m punishing. I don’t know why I’m punishing them, but you’d better believe I’m punishing someone. Anyway, I’m not dead. At least, I don’t think I am. I can always be wrong. It’s, um, it’s been an eventful week. There was family stuff that had to be dealt with and took up lots of time. My new friend Sarah Peacock was in town on Friday, so I had to wander off and see her (and, seriously, Chicago, you can do better than that. Yeah, you know what I’m talking about). She’s managed to catapult to the only person I personally know who I’ve seen on nationally broadcast television, so that’s kinda cool. Even if it was for all of thirty seconds on a TV on mute. Not surprisingly, though, my attention for the last couple of days was focused on the Fox Valley Folk and Storytelling Festival. I’ll probably have a lot to write about over the next couple of days (except Thursday, when I’ll be on a business trip. To Toledo, Ohio. Yay, Toledo!). Right now, though, I’m really friggin’ tired. So, um, I just thought I’d let everyone know I’m not dead. Not that I thought anyone was worried or anything. It just helps me feel important to feel like I have to announce my continued habit of being alive. Oh, and next Saturday, September 12th will be a good night. Stage Left Café in Woodstock, IL. Seven o’clock. Ghost Stories. Two words. Good times. Sentences longer than two words.