April Fool's Day Cancelled Due to Lack of Interest

For a few weeks I was considering writing up a post for April Fool's Day. It would have been a killer, too, given my lead time and my usual level of preparedness, not to mention that I can write my fucking socks off when I'm trying to convince someone of something. But as the day approached I started to feel bad about it, and moreover, I decided that I just didn't want to do it for various reasons. Foremost among said reasons is that it would seem, at least to me, to be directed towards my one constant reader, who has already voiced opinions on the subjects in question, and that's just too meanspirited for my tastes right now, at least as far as she's concerned. (Most everybody else is on their own, and I'll be as mean as I want to)

It was going to be one or the other ... or both ... of the following half-formed ideas. First, I was going to write that Amy and Cooter had finally broken up, and that she was contacting me, possibly because she needed a place to stay, and furthermore ... Well, you get the drift. I was going to play tempted, and weak, and ready to fall right into it. Yeah.

The other one was going to be, of course, Jen related. Something like I finally broke down and called her number, and she was excited to hear from me, and I was going to go meet her later at that gas station and talk over old times, and then ... who knows?

Probably I was going to try and cram both of them in somehow. I could have done it. I'm crafty.

And then at the bottom I was going to leave the post off totally straight-faced, with only a single label attached: "April Fool's".

It would have been tremendous, with a huge potential for having it backfire all over me. That's why I never did AFD posts in the Joyride either.

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So where am I really at with those two?

Amy. I'll admit it. Saturday night, brought on by absolutely nothing except sitting around here all by myself, it came back. For a few hours. And it was a little overwhelming, too. But I toughed it out and I'm fine again now. Tomorrow I'm supposed to take Cooter over to Lebanon to find some lawyer's office he needs to find, and she may or may not come. I left it *totally* up to him, because I'm a jerk. Because I'm a sneaky devil, I even came up with a perfect out for him not to be able to bring her along, which is bulletproof, but I bet he's too much of a chicken to try it.

Jen. I miss her. Ok? I can't help it. Yesterday was a nice, warm spring day and it made me think back to one of the earlier times that Jen and I came out to Newport. It wasn't the first time, but it was within the first three. We stopped at that roadside diner kinda place, which is right on my way to work, went back to Leb, played mini-golf, and then I drove her home after, which was the first time I went up there (meaning it was before the saving the cat from the tree adventure). And we had a really good time. It was before she and I were officially anything, and it may or may not have been before this blog opened. It isn't so much that I'm too lazy to look back and see if there's a post written about that day, and more that I'm choosing to recall it right now purely through my memory of it.

I still don't know if I'll ever call that number or not. Lucy and Lori are right this minute discussing that in my head.