A month, maybe six weeks. This is due to technical difficulties, not personal – although I do admit I’m pulling the plug a week or so before I absolutely have to, so maybe kind of personal.
The vast TUAK online empire is powered by an elderly iPhone 6 whose battery has been failing for a year or more and which lately is getting more than a little scary: It heats up till the phone is uncomfortable to hold, and this week it swelled enough to pop the screen right out of the frame. I really shouldn’t have waited this long – the phone needs service bad and no such services are available around here. So it has to go to the Big City for repair and in the meantime there’ll be no Internet (or email, or anything online except a burner phone) at the Secret Lair. I’m out of the blogging business until it comes back, and visits from the BC have been more-or-less monthly lately.
So I’ll be getting my news exclusively from the Jeep radio, which means Sean Hannity in one ear and NPR in the other. My two sides will probably be at open war with one another before the month(ish) is done. I may build a police station and then burn it down.
And that brings me to the ‘personal’ bit…
I honestly don’t know how you guys do it without flipping your collective lid. I’m a frickin’ hermit in the frickin’ desert and even I feel like I need to unplug from all the lunacy for a while, to the small extent I was plugged in to begin with. I don’t fear mobs, I’m not trapped indoors, I only have to put the stupid mask on like once a week and nobody’s going to arrest me or mace me or something if I refuse, I don’t do ‘social media,’ I get along great with all four of my full-time neighbors and regularly go days at a time without seeing anybody: In terms of dealing with outside madness my life is great, and even so the small amount of news I absorb from my laptop is beginning to depress and frighten me. I’m going to take this opportunity to walk in the wilderness and revel in the quiet.
But barring some unforeseen disaster, never out of the question, TUAK will return. And by then I hope to have stories to tell, since the laptop still works fine and I expect to keep writing. Though since my camera is going to the BC with the phone, they won’t be illustrated.
You guys stay well. Deep, calming breaths.