So I’m in the second night of sleeping very, very, badly — there are reasons for this, which don’t make a lot of sense, and which I won’t get into until a couple of weeks from now — and with one more on the horizon.
Then I woke up this morning to crazy infighting among my friends, one of those situations where you just want to sit down and cry.
And THEN I heard the news that one of the Huns, a young man, is terminal. There is this utter inability to do anything, couple with the wish to do everything.
It’s been a bad week anyway, since the 9th was the anniversary of our friend Alan’s death. Yes, I know we are born to die, but lately this has been too much with us. And when those taken are the best and brightest and still young, your mind breaks a little.
I’ve been sitting here, staring at the screen and wondering what to write about, and nothing is coming.
I think I”m going upstairs to iron clothes to the tune of MHI audiobook. I hope you guys forgive me.
If it all goes well, this weekend I have some guest posts for you, and then will resume blogging on Tuesday, hopefully a little saner.