Internet is working again here on the moon, but my return was delayed again due to the recent loss of a friend and colleague. The funeral was sort of lovely (as much as such a thing can be), and I was glad to have a chance to meet his family and share stories of the man we all had in common, who shuffled off his coil at the still-tender age of 41.
His name was Kyle. He was a private man, so I won't tell you too much about him. He was often funnier than I am, and his hair was graying in the way all men likely hope theirs will: at the temples alone, a distinguished streak of white. Like Mr. Fantastic from the Fantastic Four. I know he read this blog at least once, to catch a mention of himself as my "supervisor" so he could give me crap about it later.
But that's just trivia.
He was a really great guy. I miss him.
But now it seems I must get my blogshoes tied up snug and make ready again, as Phoctober begins in two days. Last year was such a nice thing to have been a part of, that I would hate to not host it again this year.
I'll do a post tonight to let you know how it might differ from last year.