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summertime scheduling

i am not here. or there.
greetings and salutations! i expect that many of you are starting to claim those precious days known as summer vacation and will be traveling to faraway and exotic locations, or else retreating to somewhere familiar and comforting in order to recharge your batteries. i am not. i'll be right here, blogging away for the foreseeable future, so please spare me a thought when you're off having the time of your life.

however, with the weather taking a turn for the warmer and with the city offering a wider range of things to do, [as well as work picking up, which is the opposite of what's supposed to happen, but i'm not complaining] i have somewhat less time to blog and less time to research. during a recent battle with the bubonic plague [i won! although i still don't feel back to my normal, healthy self], i had to skimp a bit on content, which i hate doing. however, it did made me think that with my commitments and the various things i want to do, that some temporary changes are in order.

to that end, mental health mondays will be taking a vacation until september. world wide wednesdays will continue to appear and there will continue to be a paranoid theory of the week, which will normally be posted on saturday or sunday. i'm opting to give mhm a vacation because it's the feature that's been running the longest, which means that it has the largest archive of old posts that you can consult if you really, really need to get your crazy on [or off]. so you get to read all this stuff and i get to publish two research-based posts a week while still being able to have a life away from the computer. everybody wins.

please remember that we're also accepting submissions from anyone who wants to share their mental health stories, so if you'd like to contribute, please see this post and get in touch!

i'd also like to take a moment to thank you- yes you in particular!- for stopping by this space. in just over a month, more like space will have been around for a decade. it's changed a lot during that time, as have i, mostly for the better [both of us]. i take some time every day to marvel at how many people from how many different places visit more like space every day. the idea that i'm doing something that connects with readers in germany, russia, malaysia, chile, india, australia, italy, england, the united states, canada and iraq [all of those in the last few days!] is deeply thrilling to me. i've said such things before and i truly mean it: i wish i could meet each of you and have tea or coffee or an alcoholic beverage and chat.

so if you are heading out on vacation, i hope that you have a lovely time. if you aren't, i hope you're having a lovely time anyway. i'll be here, manning the cyber fort over the summer months, just with a slightly less proscriptive schedule.

p.s. :: if there's anything you particularly enjoy seeing, or anything you haven't seen but would like to, please feel free to let us know. 

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