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Dear Blog:<\/p>\n
I know you are upset with me for suddenly abandoning you six months ago. I do hope you will forgive me. And let me just say: It\u2019s not you, it\u2019s me. It really is.<\/p>\n
But now I\u2019ve returned and I hope you will accept me back. No, I didn\u2019t leave you for another. Well not exactly. It\u2019s not like I was writing on another blog. But I guess I was writing around, you know, emails, memos, letters and articles. But it didn\u2019t really mean anything. I didn\u2019t have any feelings for them. It\u2019s you I care about.<\/p>\n
It\u2019s not like you were sitting all by yourself with no one messing with you, either. The whole time I was away, people kept walking up to me and telling me they had been visiting you. They told me they really enjoyed their time with you and were having a really good time. I\u2019ll admit I was jealous, but I kept thinking I\u2019d write, but it was just so difficult to return after so long. I thought about you every day, particularly when I had to delete that line at the end of my email signature that read \u201cCheck out my new blog!\u201d I mean, I deleted that line on my emails 20 or 30 times a day before I pressed \u201cSend.\u201d You\u2019d think it would have just been easier to post an entry. But I didn\u2019t. What was it? Pride? Sloth? Gluttony? I don\u2019t know.<\/p>\n
But then my staff scheduled an intervention last month. They invited me to a seminar on New Media and near the end, they put my last blog entry from May on the screen and they all turned to me and said I need to go back to you. That we were really good together. They noticed I haven\u2019t been myself since I left you and that, try as I might to be totally distracted by watching and reading all I could about Barack Obama and then the Atlanta Falcons \u2013 both of which kept winning against all odds \u2013 I didn\u2019t seem totally happy. In the end, when the election and the games ended, I got back to thinking about you. After a few drinks I\u2019d start talking about you. Several times I even picked up my laptop and almost \u2026 almost began typing again.<\/p>\n
And then today, as I was driving my wife Jan to the Atlanta Press Club to hear Ted\u00a0 <\/span>Turner speak, she had me all alone in the car. And she told me an extraordinary thing: She said it was okay if I went back to you. She would not be jealous. She knew I wouldn\u2019t return to you unless she gave me permission and today she did. In fact, she told me I couldn\u2019t read the Sunday papers this weekend unless I visited you first.<\/p>\n So here I am. I\u2019m back for good this time. I hope you\u2019ll take me back. I promise to be faithful this time. I\u2019ve learned my lessons.\u00a0 <\/span>I\u2019m finished sowing my wild oats. You are the one I really want.\u00a0 <\/span>C\u2019mon. Grow old with me. The best is yet to be!<\/p>\n <\/p>\n\n\n