I really hope to put a post later. The problem is I expected that yesterday too, but one trip to the old house turned into five, finishing at 9 pm.
The movers are making their second and might be last moving day on Wednesday. Before then we need to pack, sort, donate, etc. It’s not so much the stuff we unpacked (very little.) It’s the stuff that’s semi-sorted, as we’ve been sorting and culling possessions for two months.
And then (yeah, he won. With arguments. We won too, in a way. One year, and then he either moves in or finds a way to support himself.) splitting households from younger son to whom I HAD to point out he’d need sheets. And towels.
So, everything is a little upside down. Give me some room. I would very much like write on the nature of money, on the nature of equality, on the nature (yeah, I know) of the difference between male and female writers, where it concerns the reader.
Right now I can’t. But there will be pie in the sky by and by.