Owing to the fact that we are doing something* useful with our life and times after a hiatus of some 20 years (doesn't seem that long, does it? it never does, it never does), we take this opportunity to arrogantly throw an excuse of absence at your face and strut out of the room, oh the very essence of might, nonchalance*, awesomeness and god-what-jhinchak!
But don't cry, my dear. Don't cry. Be brave. Walk on. Even if only about the room if you will, in descending spirals, until you bang into yourself or are otherwise rotating about a fixed spot. The doctors are good, and gentle. They will care. When the fields are white with daisies, and the sun rises over the eastern horizon, we shall return.
There there. There there.
PS: Tags (ugh!), fervent requests for little nick-nacks, pleading emails and suchlike will be taken care of upon return to regular net access.
*Corrections made. Hmpf, may I add.