Regular readers know that I’ve been putting the pedal to the metal for most of the summer, both here and in my various day jobs, and it struck me that I’d earned a little time off. The Republican convention seemed like a perfect opportunity for a Manhattan-based aesthete to shut up shop, so I went to The Wall Street Journal and the Washington Post, hat in hand, and asked if I could skip a couple of deadlines. They said yes (not, I hope, with relief!).
Even though I write “About Last Night” for love, not money, it’s still hard work, and I need a break from it no less than from my paying gigs. So starting at midnight tonight, I’m going up the spout for a week. In spite of all temptations, I won’t be posting or checking my e-mailbox again until Monday, September 6. Until then, the blog belongs to Our Girl in Chicago, who is all freshened up after her recent hiatus and has scads and piles of things about which she longs to write.
What will I do? Where will I be? I’m not telling. Perhaps I’ll don a false mustache and walk the streets of New York incognito, eavesdropping on conventioneers. Perhaps I’ll flag a freight train and let it whisk me off to parts unknown. All I can say is that I plan to do no writing of any kind between now and September 6, except for a few hastily scrawled words on the odd postcard. Otherwise, I’m standing mute.
Have fun while I’m gone. Send lots of nice mail to Our Girl. Check out all those other cool blogs listed in the “Sites to See” module of the right-hand column.
Not to worry–I’ll be back.