I must apologize for all of this.  I had forgotten what you thought of me.

Thanks for reminding me.

I won't bother you again.

I hope your life goes well.

I'm going to turn off the log so I can't see whether or not you look at this.
I won't put anything up on the index page, though, so you won't be able
to see anything beyond the placeholder page.

I've also blocked your e-mail address from my e-mail, so I won't be able
to get anything from you.  It's the only way I can make this work.

One last song.  The lyrics might not mean anything to you now.
But someday they will.

Green Leaves of Summer