Remember the first week of school when your teacher handed out now famous assignment of writing an essay called "What I Did Last Summer?" Well that is kind of what this post is like. It is a short little essay that I really didn't want to write about why the time has come to close up shop.
In the beginning blogging was new and exciting. It was something that was always fun to do. It never felt like a chore or work. It was without fail a very pleasurable hobby, kind of like having sex on a merry-go-round or airplane bathroom. Oops, did I just type that. Oh well, going with the sex analogy this place has turned into a tired old partner.
I know every nook and cranny. I know every move it is going to make. The lack of spontaneity and excitement in it has turned it upside down into a quick case of missionary blogging- you know the kind where it is wham, bam, cut, paste, click, enter and we're done.
The act has become so mundane. It is hard to get up for doing it. I imagine that this must be what it feels like to live in a place like cleveland. This ho hum feeling is a sad testament to just how bad it has become.
So it is time to move on to brighter pastures and bluer skies. As Doug Adams said, So long and Thanks For All The Fish. Chag Sameach to all of my Jewish readers. I wish you a terrific holiday.
P.S. April Fools.