At Least They're Committed

Aw! You’re back! Did you miss me? Don’t answer that. I often sense that I hover in your world somewhere between piety and a plague, respect and revilement, love and loathing: You believe I could be one thing, but there’s a good chance that I’m entirely another. That’s OK. I get it. It’s the realm in which I live, so it only stands to reason that someone who has picked up on “me” holds me in such regard, or lack thereof.

Regardless, I’ve given you “hand,” and that doesn’t leave me anywhere, really. So why am I doing this? It seems I’ve got a couple years to sort that out, don’t I? But you were right, you know. This four-and-a-half years is going quickly — I need to pull it together at some point.