It's genuinely vexing to me that I've had neither the energy nor the inspiration to write regularly, of late. I notice that many of you who regularly visit here are not writing so much these days, either. What's that about?
For me, it's still a period of change and too much disquiet. Certainly there's plenty to write about, but who wants to read a daily whine? Just yesterday I thought to call my mother and talk to her about how much I'm struggling with myself. She's not the best counselor, but every once in a while she offers the kind of support I need.
Wouldn't you know it, she called me first. She's got a new mass, in her right breast this time. What more, Heavens, what more? Bring it, fuckers. I'm about ready to knock the heads of the Fates together.