Some bloggers, when they know they’ll be away from their computers for more than a day (or, like, an hour), will post a “Really, I’m not dead” update.
I don’t tend to do that, because a.) who cares? and b.) many of my peers already believe I am dead, or incarcerated, or “living abroad” in some ill-defined context. And while I don’t actively encourage any of these rumors, I’ll admit that I do precious little to correct people’s mistaken impressions.*
However, I’ll do a quick update: my brother’s in town, and so far it’s been a blast: we went to The Original Q Shack** for dinner, then watched John Dies at the End on Netflix, and then — since My Fella and I always, ALWAYS have work in the morning — we went to bed and gave Baby Brother the run of the house. He’s got spare keys, our wireless password, a fridge with some beer in it, and clowder of cats plus a rowdy Boxhound to keep him company.
I think he’s set ’till we get home. And tomorrow, I have a day off, so fun times will be had.