Apology for my Absence

Ironic that this long coming post follows my lament that Andrew Sean Greer stood me up.   But I should apologize for my absence, dear blog.  I have, in fact, been cheating on you and laptop with an older woman.  I've had for some time now a beautiful and heavy paperweight.  With the help of my G.W. stimulus check, it has recently been transformed into its original form of a typewriter.  To continue my low-tech run, I also plan to buy a bicycle.  I have stimulated the economy with things that will not continue to stimulate the economy--"Neuter babies," I think they're called in Juno. 

However, I cannot tote my typewriter to a coffee shop (I wish I wrote at tikki bars for better alliteration) or rip CDs into it or type after my roommates go to bed or look up nutria on wikipedia!  Dear laptop, I love you.  And I'm sorry I've been* bad.  Please forgive me.  But the typewriter smells like oily metal and I love her too.  I think we can all be happy together.  

*insert: and will continue to be