Oh my, I feel terrible.

I’m not sick or anything. Unless guilt is a sickness.

Yes, I’m being told from my Jewish wife, guilt is, indeed, a sickness.

So I’m sick from feeling terrible about guilt. Are we clear? Good.

Because I had to leave you – dear readers – hanging there on a rather dubious holiday weekend post. It was nothing I was even that interested in posting in the first place. I was just bored, had too much coffee and found myself letting an hour or two slip away in the rabbit hole of YouTube.

Don’t act like you’re better than that. Because, after all, you’re still here.

And where am I? Busy, of course. Really busy.

But that doesn’t tell you where I am. It only proclaims the cultural necessity of proclaiming busy-ness, no matter the truth.

I could be busy drinking coffee for all you know. Or busy being not very busy, which I think they call being anxious. But it can still feel very, very busy. Trust me.

But I’m not drinking coffee right now and I’m not feeling particularly anxious.

I could be traveling back from Los Angeles after live-blogging the Michael Jackson funeral.

It was amazing, too. I went for several reasons: Live-blogging, of course. But also to see the stars and to make sure for myself that Michael was really dead.

It may seem odd but I’ve always felt a connection to Michael Jackson. You see, we’re both dancers. And we’re both Michaels. Two-for-two if you’re keeping score at home.

Michael Jackson was a moon-walker from Detroit. But Michael Colby was a clogger from Iowa. Both dancers, both Michaels. It’s a connection no matter how you look at it.

Or maybe not. The clogging, that is. And the trip to L.A.

Besides, I hate to travel.

But no matter how much I hate to travel, I am traveling. Or, to be more precise, I traveled. By car. Down through the Mad River Valley, over the Appalachian Gap, and straight to the shores of Lake Champlain. With family.

Yep, that’s it. I’m on the Broad Lake this week. Which means Broadsides will be a bit spotty as a result.

And that, my friends, is the truth.

Thanks for playing.