Eleven hours in the tin pan; God there’s got to be another way
Actually, it’s been almost eleven months since this blog was active, but it really does feel like I woke up in a Soho doorway.
Suffice it to say that your beloved blogger has been through the shitstorm and came through it alive and kicking (Keith Moon, not so much).
In January of this year, we lost my mother to pneumonia and the complications of age. We were close—my brother and I looked after her for about a year or so before her death. I would pack up my laptop at 0600 hours and be at her house to spend most of the day working while looking after her, her house, her dogs, whatever. My brother would take over in the afternoons and evenings.
Like I said, we were close and even though we all knew what was coming, her passing devastated me. I fell into a pit of depression, self pity and hard drinking.
Recovery has been a cast iron bitch but I’m gaining on it, one step at a time.
A lot of you sent emails, texts and PM’s on Twitter and Facebook, expressing concern and wishing me well. I sure do appreciate that, y’all. I’ve never even met some of you, despite “knowing” you in a digital sorta way since May 2002 (that’s 14 years for the folks in Lee County).
I’m back now.
You’ll see me humbly offering my opinions on matters politic and football in the usual old hangouts like Tidefans.com and here as well.
In lieu of an exit question: