September
may bring an end to my run of 20 blog posts per calendar month. I’m struggling
to string two words together into a coherent part of a sentence, much less come
up with a sequence of paragraphs that make sense. My brain is all curfudgulated
with too much work stuff and (possibly – if this is even possible) female
pregnancy hormones that I’ve symbiotically absorbed from my wife. Instead of
wanting to write for you, I just want to take my mind out of my head and leave
it in the freezer overnight while I lay down in a hammock somewhere with
margueritas and a Bond novel.
RC 17-9-18
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