Ah, writing. Unlike any other art form I can think of, the physical mechanics of my craft are put to good use on a daily, if not hourly basis, by virtually everyone I have any contact with in the course of any even day. Permission slips, reports to bosses, shopping lists, homework, love notes — [...]

(Sorry – deleted for being overly self-indulgent, and for inadvertently inspiring [with genuine apologies to the commenter in question, whose well-intended comment I've deleted along with the post] extraordinarily inaccurate arm-chair psychoanalysis. I’ll be back tomorrow!)

I am so tired, so deeply, dizzyingly, bone tired. And I don’t mean “tired of [fill in the blank],” though I am tired of many things. I have slept mostly poorly and not enough for months. I’m on such a deficit that when I get a good night’s sleep, I’m more wrecked than usual the [...]

Today I… – wrote an op/ed for someone I’ve never met, via a PR firm, at which I have met one person, but not the person I was working with today, who I have never met. – discovered various Items Of Great Import that the boy (who is actually trying very hard not to do [...]

So. Got my first bifocals the other day – or, oops, my bad: My first progessives. Which, aside from sounding much nicer than “bifocals” (and, if I’m not mistaken, being, in fact, a better descriptor of the current lens technology) rather suits my politics. So there’s that! I think I’m supposed to be depressed by [...]