In no particular order:

1. Too much work. I find during the busy periods at work my body, mind and spirit is thrown into a state of flux. I am in a state of being. I don’t mean some zen place. It’s more like survival. I am surviving. I am working and eating and pooping and sleeping. Not blogging.
2. Too tired. This weekend was a bunch—two handfuls, even—of fun. But driving to and from Calgary was tiring. I feel better after last nights coma, but I feel there is a lot to catch up on.
3. I don’t love you anymore. I think we both knew this day would come. We’ve been together so long we don’t even know why we are together. I blog, you read. I mean where’s the romance? Where’s the money? Is anyone even clicking on the ads? Actually, that has been going well. And you do still laugh at my jokes. And the relationship has been deepening. But, that’s just it. I am strangled by your love. You can’t hold me down. You can’t stifle me. I need to breathe! I need to see other blogs.
4. A little thing called R-E-S-P-E-C-T. Just a little bit, once and a while, would be nice. There’s audience appreciation days. Where is the everyone-loves-Rhett day? Where is the THANKS RHETT. We would miss you. But, you wouldn’t. Sure you need your fix. But I am not a drug. I am flesh and bone and soul and love and chocolate and rhubarb and basil. Not a drug. Not your cigarette. You all inhale and exhale me so easy. Exhale me not!
5. Silly-willy. Oh, you say, you’re sure silly. Well sometimes the internet needs some silly. Needs some laughter. Needs something to redeem it from the constant barrage of bad news and porn and cheap gimmicks. Well, I am the internets redemption. Who kisses my feet? No one. That makes me cry.
6. Slowly running out of ideas. Both for this post and this blog. How long can I hold up your expectations? How long can I be your entertaining slave? I saw a blood-moon the other night. The day of reckoning is coming. For you all.
7. Doc Holiday. After watching Tombstone this weekend I can say that I am not your huckleberry.