Can we beg for an encore?
This morning there was no Sunday morning poetry. No Sunday NFL predictions with references to past glory years. No one-line commentary on what someone wrote the day before. No summary of the Waukesha Freeman. No Bonehead of the Day. No picture of the mayor at yet another ribbon cutting. No Allison Bussler reference.
To squelch any possible rumors, I’m not dying any faster than you are, though I wish I had a nickel for every time a doctor has said to me, “We don’t normally see that in someone your age.” The e-mail box in the sidebar is not going on hiatus, so drop me a line if you feel like it. I’ll probably answer because of that obsessive compulsive personality thing of mine. Frequent the blogs in the sidebar, because I do and there’s some good stuff going on in them. 2010 sure looks like an interesting year, but that’s a decision for another day. Today is all we have and all that matters. Goodbye for now. Goodnight, Allison.