Are you coming back next year?
People ask me if I’m coming back next year, and I say, “theoretically.” Every day I question this whole, “Wait three years for the sake of the kids” thing. What difference does it really make? Today, if I had a gun, I’d be gone. Last night, while watching the Lost finale, I thought, now there’s something to stay alive for–next year’s season of Lost. My hold to life is tenuous, and a TV show isn’t likely to make a difference.