Okay, I’m still alive and not a victim of anything worth noting—the pandemic, say, or old age. Politics. Protests. Life.
Unfortunately I have lost the ability to write—not the physical ability, mind you, but the ability to put one word after another repetitively until something results that makes sense. Yeah, I know, I’ve been complaining about that for years, and this time it’s probably no different, but the feeling is real.
So, placeholder entry. I’ll be back, at least if my intentions win out over my lethargy, but for the moment—
I’m still alive, and, as usual, I have nothing to say.