Whatever Happened to the Webworker?

Good evening, folks,

What you haven't see in my online text-based persona is that I've been sick in the guts. Just sayin', not digging for sympathy, okay? (I can name maybe a dozen people I know through websites alone, who've had worse health than I have had of late, some much worse for much longer, God bless 'em.) "The greatest affliction is never to have been afflicted," the old saying goes, so, I'm good. I'm slowly recovering, God willing, but it's been a painful and exhausting several months.

(As a weak, whiney, moany, groany, terrible patient, both Milady and Mr. Jesus have been getting an earful from me. Both have been very kind and helpful. I keep promising Mr. Jesus that I'll try to be just as grateful in health as I've been begful in illness. "Yeah, sure, foolish mortal, I've heard that before!" )

Well, the exhaustion has affected my concentration, even at times when I wasn't suffering too badly. I can watch short vids. I can scan news and comments and the like. Obviously, as you might've noticed in recent weeks, I can comment and post links. Not much more, though.

My creativity (such as it was) has therefore flatlined. With all that's going on in the world, and this important election, I had thought I would be posting aplenty. Instead, it's been weeks since I churned out a real webwork. I even had dozens of things mostly ready to post, including the non-political, and all those have just lain dormant. (Many urgent offline tasks have been neglected, too, but never mind that for now.)

I'm glad that so many really good artists are producing great stuff these days. Hope n' Change, Liberal Logic, Free Beacon, Sabo, Truth Revolt, so many videographers, cartoonists and photo manipulators. It's not like the webworld is desperate for more of my stuff, but, I have fun, and as Randy Newman once sang, "sometimes I get off a good one. / Least I think I do. / No, I know I do."

Why do I share all this now? Because, the election is tomorrow, and it's been really strange to be sitting this one out. Had to gripe to somebody. And make my excuses.

Hope I'll be able to bear down again from here to 2016.

It's taken me days to try to compose this, sorry for the rambling. I tried to cut this down in size, but time's up and it are what it am. That's all. Carry on.