For several excruciating days this exceptionally obscure publication was lost – having vanished into the æther of the interwebs as some mysterious server disease prevented SSL protected sites from being displayed.
I hate when that happens.
In the interim, I have become more uncomfortable being in my own skin. It’s creepy crawly. It has to do with many things. Many, many things. Things which have piled up for decades. That pile is now an enormous heaving pile of stinking conundrums. Much like the illustrative photo, in fact.
But I have good thoughts for the spring. That isn’t unusual, really. Maybe this spring they will come to fruition. Now, that would be unusual.
Time will tell, eh, what?
I think I can do it this year, though.
Feels good to say that.
So far… so good.