I kind of feel the same way as James Lileks:

You know, folks, I need a vacation. It's not that my life is Hard or Tough or Demanding, because it isn't; it's one long greased slide, and I've no complaints. But I need to step outside of this wonderful routine for a while. This week's Bleatage has been woefully substandard, I know, because I'm just bored. BORED. Bored with wonderfulness, as stupid as that sounds. Bored with the column, bored with the Bleat (alas, no follow-up on yesterday's topic: I'm bored with it already), bored with Thursday pizza, bored with the usual outrages over the usual outrageousness. Just bored. Done and done, over and out....

...Anyway – apologies for this week. I’ve been busy and preoccupied and cranky, and I really haven't had anything to say others haven't said better. Once or twice a year this site feels like an obligation instead of a joy, and this was one of those weeks. I appreciate the patronage and forebearance; next week will be better. I'm an American; that's an article of faith. Next week is always better.