Dear Blog,

Don't be sad that no one reads you anymore - it's not your fault. The thing is, circumstances have changed. You have become inaccessible at work (although our relationship was always pretty inappropriate) which limits your spontaneity and your exposure. People just don't want to spend their free time with you. I know it's sad, but we have to face the facts.

It's not all your fault, though. I will be the first to admit that the excitement level of the content has dropped dramatically in the last little while. It's my fault that I no longer have anything interesting to write about. Perhaps we should contemplate things that would spice up the content a bit?

Potential topics:

• blow by blow of the trip to NYC - I shall try to get into as much trouble as possible to maximize the entertainment value.
• possibly knit secret projects for undisclosed recipients. This would add some dramatic tension
• find someone new to obsess about - more points for having dire consequences (Stephen Harper, Fleetwood, Liiiiiiiiiiiiiievonan). This of course is easier said than done since one can't just turn on the "foolhardy" hormones

Sigh. Suggestions welcome. I don't want to resort to pictures of the cat.

Played hooky today. Worked a bit, went for a great run in the sun on the boardwalk, hung at the PP, went to see Dr. P (actually her nurse practitioner who I really like), got massive quantites of roti from Gandhi on Queen, walked home for the first time this year with both kids and didn't have to carry Jack, and ate so much I think I'm going to pop.

A good day.

Love

P.S.

Dear FC

I’ve been meaning to call you back and retract my invitation for drinks. For some reason, I had the impression that you might possibly have some interest in me. However, the SP grapevine, in all its accuracy, has provided me with some interesting little tidbits of information I was not aware of.

It seem like every single woman over a certain age has at one time made the moves on you with spectacularly little success. You must have very strict policies regarding dipping your wick in the company inkwell. One might well speculate as to the reasons for that, and believe you me, people do speculate. The prospect of you being a wee bit light in the loafers has come up more than once. Regardless of the cause, you might consider the wiseness of revving up all these women with no intention of following through. It’s nice to be friendly but you go a bit beyond friendly.

Rumours are also bouncing around suggesting you might imminently be getting married! Who knew? This might be a topic to throw into your casual lunch dates just to set the chicklets straight, don’t you think??

Anyway, congratulation and best wishes on your gay marriage. I’m sure you’ll be oh so happy whatever path you choose.