I’m going to make like the British half of my family and call it quits. On the web, at least. Since I’m also Irish, let’s call it an Irexit. Seems fitting.
As Sloane famously said in “Ferris Bueller’s Day Off” 30 years ago, “Sooner or later, everybody goes to the zoo.”
I haven’t lost my mind. In fact, I think I just made its acquaintance again.
This is me saying so long, indefinitely.
Try talking directly to a sister if you miss her. And even if you don’t. Especially if you count reading between the lines here as communicating.
Go get some sunshine. And again, seeya on the flipside.
