I know. I know. I promised ‘Podcast coming soon!’
I totally love that picture of me in the royal blue sport coat and tie with the old-fashioned microphone on the desk. It should spur me on to doing a podcast.

I know you’re up early in the morning checking to see if overnight maybe Santa has left a podcast. As promised. Hint, hint, nudge, nudge.

I don’t know when or why the world went podcast. All I know is I wanted to be part of it. I heard me reading some of my favorite columns to you. Or maybe solving a back-logged murder. Or just hanging with Michele Obama out in my garage podcast studio. Girl chatting, what not.

Well who knew you needed lessons and maybe some equipment more sophisticated than an IPhone4? And then came the sludgy summery humidity, and the conventions and the dog ate my humor, I mean homework and no podcast.

I’m writing this because I couldn’t stand the blank space where the announcement of my latest podcast should be. It’s like a seat-filler at a Republican Convention. You deserve better. If I had a cat, I’d put a picture of it there. I can’t get a cat because my wi-fi hotspot is allergic and cats scare me. For those of you who have read this far, thank you. Podcast coming soon. Also world peace.