Last night, after my hasty tweets that I was done running Anonymous Eagle, I realized that, as far as resignation letters go, 420 character-ones (that's three tweets' worth, if you needed help on the math) probably aren't a sufficient explanation of why one's taking a break of as-yet-undetermined length. And I figure if you've stuck with me/us this long, I owe you that much.
So here goes.
I try to keep the intensely personal stuff off of AE as much as possible, because I don't think most people give two hoots over what's happening in the life of somebody they only interact with on the Internet, but in this case it's directly related to my time away from the site, so I hope you'll excuse this one-time foray into what's up with me.
The truth is, I'm actually Michele Bachmann. And after what happened a few days ago in Iowa, I need some time to refuel and reload before I decide what to do next in my life.
(Come on, how long have we known each other? Like you didn't see something like that coming.)
OK, briefly, here's what's up: sometime in the near future -- could be tomorrow, could be two weeks from now, could be next month -- I'm going to become somebody's dad for the first time in my life. And then, hopefully about 10 minutes after that and assuming everything goes to plan, I'm going to become somebody's dad for the second time in my life.
Was that too obtuse? If it was: Mrs. Q is having twins (Rubie Jr. and Rubette, if you care). As a result, the free time I've enjoyed for most of my adult life is going to be reduced to about 18% of what I'm accustomed to. And, in the re-prioritizing that's been taking place over the last few weeks, I've come to the conclusion that Marquette basketball and blogging about Marquette basketball have to go on the backburner for a while.
Taking some time off has been in the cards for a while, of course, but what happened on Wednesday night accelerated the plans a bit. I'm at a weird place in my Marquette fandom right now; for some reason, I've found myself watching the games hoping that Marquette doesn't lose, not hoping that Marquette wins. That's a really dumb reason to follow a sports team (obviously); one's primary emotion when his favorite team wins shouldn't be relief. And I'd like to get back to a place where I actually enjoy watching my team play, so taking a breather and not writing about said team every day seemed like a good place to start.
Anyway, that's what's up with me. Thanks to Andy and Mr. K and Brad and the Admiral for keeping the circus running while my life gets turned upside-down.
See y'all soon.