(Time for our favorite disclaimer around here: This is not the wave of the future. This is just a bit of housekeeping. If braindroppings are not your favorite reading, I won't take it amiss if you decide to come back later. Tomorrow I'm going to try the brown sugar cake again, and if I can manage to get the whole damn thing out of the pan, there will be a recipe, honestly.)
Dear friends, each and every one of you, I am sorry for this sudden precipitous degrading of my hostessing-with-the-mostessing skills, particularly after I made such a noise about my newfound, spring-based optimism (admittedly, I made that noise by pilfering other people's song lyrics). I could blame it on the sinusitis, but that would be piking. I blame it on sinusitis, too much exercise, not enough exercise, too much sugar, not enough magnesium, job torpor, bad attitude, reckless disregard for the time/opinions/hearts of others, cruelty to people who wanted nothing more than to be kind to me, not calling my mom enough, not calling my dad enough, spending money at the stationery store and then never writing letters, not working up to my potential, going nowhere fast and just general badness.
To those of you who were nice enough to send me e-mail to which I haven't replied, I'm sorry. To those of you who were nice enough to leave comments here, comments which I haven't acknowledged, I'm sorry. To everyone who has blogrolled me and hasn't received so much as a thank-you from yours truly, I'm sorry. To anyone whose letters have gone unanswered, phone calls have gone unreturned, kindnesses gone unacknowledged, I'm sorry. To those of you who came to me, cap in hand and heart on sleeve, only to receive a big fat nothing sandwich, I'm sorry. To the recipients of my terrible advice and worse attitude, I'm sorry. To anyone who lives with me and has to listen to me cough all night long...well, I'm sure you get the point.
Did I mention that there will be cake tomorrow? Would you like some? 