I'm starting to feel the first pangs of separation anxiety.We're breaking up, dear reader. And no, that doesn't mean we can still go out.In the real world, I could fake a pregnancy to keep you around, to force you into commitment. Sadly, in the cutthroat, dog-eat-dog business of journalism, a gurgling tot does not lengthen the shelf lives of columnists.But I'm a tough cookie. Sure I'll spend some time whoring my columns out to other newspapers. That's phase one.