Even farm fields get to lay fallow every seven years. This is my year.
To utilize a Star Wars metaphor – I am headed to a green island for a bit. I'm not going to hide the star map in two different droids, though; you'll know how to find me if that's what you want. If you show up with my light saber in your hand, though, and an impatient look in your eyes expecting me to do something with it, then my only response will be, "It's gonna be okay, but for now you're gonna have to wait."