I realize people don’t want to hear about your woes, not unless they’re amusing in some karmic way, or you have a manner of relating them that takes them up out of the pit of despond wherein the currents swirl in an effort to pull you down further. But life is a heady mix of things, both good and bad.
Let me start with the good, just to leaven the stew.
We’re alive, the meteor missed the house, and the dog is happy.
Well, now. On to the rest?
Last Friday I was due to be at work at two in the afternoon to prepare, with coworkers, for a Big Deal event for Left Bank Books. …