I suppose it should be some kind of sign that I haven’t seen some of my closest friends in two, three and even four weeks and that they don’t seem to miss me at all… but that when I walked into The Gin Mill today, one of the bartenders told me that I shouldn’t worry her again, missing three weeks of Sunday football.

I nearly cried when she said it.  It’s just nice to know that someone does miss me when I disappear.