No, I've not passed into the internet ether, never to be heard from again.

No, I'm not the newest member of my local cult. I have not shaved my head and do not hang about at the airport, chanting and panhandling. (Although, it does sound like a cool life. Low stress, having others doing your thinking and decision-making for you).

No, I have not been entered into the witness protection program for dishing the dirt on my old boss.

No, I've not been talent-spotted by Canadian Idol scouts. I do sing one hell of a karaoke song or two though.

Truth be told, I've run out of words.

I'll return when I get to feelin' chattier. Please don't worry about me.

Yes, I'm talking to you, missy.

Posted at 1:17 p.m.