Keep meaning to dash off a note to you delightful readers to say:
I’m losing my mind;
I’m having more than a little fun;
I’m not getting nearly enough accomplished;
I’m worried about the state of the Union, the world, and the Universe;
and I can’t decide if the days slipping away without any of my major projects getting even one iota closer to completion is a) to be expected, given circumstances and whatnot, b) pathetic, c) depressing, or d) all of the above.
But since those states of affairs all sound petty and selfish given the realities most people are living with, I’ll just button my fingers and post when something of note happens. Or doesn’t. Again.