War and Nielsens

Well, not Nielsens, exactly, but I’m wondering if impending war is responsible for the recent plummet in the number of daily hits I get. Surely it couldn’t be the content! Are people so absorbed in the daily Blix blah-blah that they don’t have time to find out what I thought of Annie Potts in the ’80s? Fickle bastids.
Actually cancelled a night in the Big Apple tonight, partly because I couldn’t get a train that worked with my schedule and still gave me time to go blading once I got there, and partly because Hannah is very nervous about the impending war and my being away and in New York would only make her more so. She had a little fit week before last that we couldn’t quite understand — it started out to be about not being able to watch “Survivor” because W was addressing the nation, but it turned out to be fear that I would have to go fight in the war. No, honey, Daddy’s too damn old. But she knows I’m involved in the response here, and that’s enough to scare her a little, too. Where Rebekah was fascinated to know about Ground Zero, Hannah wanted nothing to do with it. I took them there so they could understand that something like that could happen and I could be involved and it didn’t mean that something bad would happen to me, but I don’t think that message got across to her.
So the penalty for my consideration tonight is that I have to get on the 6:20 tomorrow to get to the city in time for this meeting, which is way on down in the financial district. There will be people with big guns at the doors. That’s nothing I ever want to get used to.