It hits me on the way to work today (MS)

that maybe I have found the reason for VOX, the purpose, the benefit to me. Instead of an endless parade of other peoples works (though I like having a place to save things that bring me comfort) maybe I need to focus. How did The Moody Blues put it? " . . . Letters I've written, never meaning to send . . ." Well, I said today inside my head that I would not write you this year. You know what time of year it is. It's 'that' time. The time when I screwed up my schedule and ended up with only 24 hours with you. The first time in my life I accepted death within the metal bird as a necessity if I was ever to see you. The time you told me it would be even harder now that we had been together to be apart. The time of year I get paid to have my ass chewed on, yet you made it all melt as I listened to you take the young men shopping.

Anyway, not reminiscing, just saying what time of year it is. And I've decided that if I have any shred of decency left, I'll honor your request. You're right my ass is stubborn. The problem with stubborn is, eventially it breaks. So one step at a time . . .

And I'm 99.8% sure you'll never read this, so I really can just let the shit roll from my lips, knowing it'll not bother you in the slightest.