Alas

It's a no-go. Several readers suggested I post something once a week, instead of signing off entirely. But it's clear that I'm not going to be able to hack it. I'm up 'til 1am every night with the friggin' Schrodinger equation or some wiggity-wack ketones. I'm pouring myself into chemistry now, and for the next several months, so I can make the career change to 'chemist'. I'm totally exhausted, and I can't even finish my Kekes series. So, I'll have to bid a final goodbye to all my dear readers and thank you all so much for coming along. I'm choosing brute necessity over delight. Without Philosoblog, my life will be worse. But without a smooth career change, disaster looms. I can't tell my two-year-old, "Um, I'm not going to fit that concept of a 'father as provider' anymore." How will I respond when the little tyke says, "Let me get this straight. You quit a well-paying career and now you're serving fries?!" I have nothing to offer our market economy besides a mediocre scientific acumen. (I thought maybe I'd try to make it in pro ball, since I'm only 37. But, nah.) The chemistry jobs are there, but I'll have to hustle. So, fare well, thanks again, and I'll no doubt see you in the blogosphere.