You didn't think the almost-daily posting would become a regular thing, did you?

I'm having blog-block. I can't think of a thing to post. I mean, I can think of things, but they'd bore you to tears. I guess I can tell you what I've been thinking about lately, which is that when I read really good writing, sometimes it inspires me, and other times it kind of paralyzes me with amazement. What have I to contribute when such writing exists? That's what I think, and then I can't write anything for awhile. There. That's all I can think of to write, at the moment. Is that boring?

A co-worker quit, and his last day was this week, and he wrote the most eloquent, beautiful good-bye letter ever, and it kind of paralyzed me with amazement, and it made me want to be a better writer, and it kind of made me sorry I didn't get to know him better. He wrote a little about his time in Oregon before he came to work for this company. Would you like to see an excerpt? Because it's really kind of beautiful. I don't think he'd mind, really.

(Deleted because I decided it wasn't cool to share his stuff without permission.)