This Post Is Being Typed From My Bed in San Francisco, California

I’ve got something like 14 in-the-sky airplane rides on the books in the next few months and thought it might be worthwhile to try and come out on the other side with a functioning liver, so during the flight back to San Francisco today I had zero alcohols. Congratulate me, I’m a hero.

We picked Our Ellie Girl up from Shamrock Ranch this afternoon where she’d been in training for two and a half weeks and I haven’t been more than a few feet away from her since we got in the car and would like to please not be ever, ever again.

I’ve long had a soft spot for personal blogs and one of my favorite personal bloggers is contemplating retirement. I wrote the comment below on her announcement post and believe it would be lovely if you too, whoever you are, would do the same. The Internet needs her. Let her know Corey Lambert sent you.

I wandered here after this site gained mention on kottke.org some while ago and have since spent a fair amount of hours milling about the archives. This blog is wonderful, Kari. Your words are honest and the things you post are interesting. You’ve served up the best of Charles Bukowski and Nora Ephron, you’ve doled out “Summer Kitchen”, “The Dangers of Wisdom” and “Otherwise”, you’ve taught me words like detritus and amuse-bouche and, even though I don’t share your fervor, your selling and reselling of Bruce Springsteen has, at the very least, made me curious. You’ve given grades to your puppy and made a video of snowfall. You’ve sussed out the best parts of podcasts, scrapbooked skillfully-snapped photos of summer days whiled away on a lake I’ll never visit with people I’ll never know and waxed on and on (and on) about New York City, the good, the bad and the Upper West Side. And it’s wonderful, Kari. All of it.

Whatever is good for you is what you should do, but I hope you stick around. It’s nice to have a warm place to steal away when there’s a nip in the air. And to echo the comments above, the Internet will never have enough dog photos. Regardless of what you decide, however, I promise I’ll keep trying with Bruce.