Forgive My Absence

In early/mid April, did you notice a marked increase in misspelled words? A plethora of passive voice constructions? A severe upswing in uppercased acronyms? It was me (or should I say a lack of me) as I was thrown smack dab out of commission with what my husband calls a “life-threatening bacterial infection” and what I like to call “that illness that put me in the hospital for 12 days, about which I have no memory.”

I exaggerate: I remember all but four days. What matters most is that I survived — not only with all of my extremities, but with my editor’s sensibilities and sensitivities intact. I’m back to blogging, tweeting, and bristling when I see an apostrophe used to indicate a plural.