Lucy and I were standing in Walgreens, picking up some necessary items (mouthwash, detergent, nicorette, oatmeal) when she grabbed my shoulder and said, "Is that the ACTUAL God?" I glanced over at the person in question, who was staring longingly out of a low slung knit cap at a row of tooth-whitening products.
"Definitely not him. Couldn't be. That person is too tall." As soon as I had spoken I began to doubt and, sure enough, a few seconds later, the personage turned and revealed the splendid, shimmering visage of (who else?) the ACTUAL God. To my great enjoyment upon his recognizing us he immediately dropped all of the items he was holding onto the floor, much to the chagrin of the Walgreen's staffers.
We exchanged pleasantries, migrated from WGs to the prophecy nest overlooking the resplendent Madison Towers. I remonstrated him seriously (in a cajoling manner) about his lack of recent production, and he agreed, explaining that his lack of new content sprung from, more than anything else, despair. The next few hours were spent catching up, exchanging favorite virtual memories, marveling at the genius of Lester, and of course, lamenting the loss of Terri.
It was an inspiring visit, and during the course of lunch I revealed something that is of pressing concern to all of our blogging compatriots. Before Thanksgiving Lucy and I will be hosting a blog party for all the members of our illustrious circle able to attend. Details pending!