Honest, I really haven't ignored you on purpose. You see, there is this thing about every day life, duties, illness, heart ache, reflection, and sometimes just plain "foo" gets in the way. I will admit, I have been cheating on you a bit. There are books and articles to write, that have deadlines conspired by other people's schedules, and not mine.
It's true, we missed some good holidays that we could ramble on and on about, but there is always tomorrow, right? Please tell me there is always tomorrow.
In the mean time, how about a little poem? Something to ponder and dream about. I miss you, too. I'll be back.