We closed on the sale of our house yesterday and in less than ten days, I am moving into my very own hole-in-the-wall. I love the place, although it won't fit much more than me and my cat and the cat is questionable. So, between working more than full time, trying to still find some time to enjoy my life, stressing out about everything and packing up a big 'ol house to fit it into a tiny little apartment, I just haven't had the time to write for you. However, I have been taking notes and I have NO LESS than 31 open drafts on this site, which I work on at different times. I also have a list of notes on my phone and some emails to myself so I don't forget the topics. In short? I miss you and I can't wait to get the engine running again. I know that I allowed readership to fall by the wayside and statistical user behavior research indicates it will be difficult to re-establish your trust, but I would have to LITERALLY stop sleeping to keep up with everything and then BRAHMA KNOWS what I would end up writing. You've seen what comes out of me when I'm lucid, so who the fuck knows what a completely sleep deprived version of me would give you.
Consider this a letter from your Saraswati, who is on a brief hiatus, doing field research and finding bits and pieces of herself along the way. She'll be back, better, sassier and sharper than before, but she'll be just as in love with you as she ever was and you KNOW she'll be itching to have a little fun.