A death in the (extended) family.
A mid-life crisis (or The Hook’s equivalent of one, at least).
Hordes of tourists, their behavioral dials set to “Are You Duckin’ Kidding me?” all over Niagara.
Various family crises.(IBS and IC have devastated my family these last few years.)
Parental drama. (The less said about this the better. I almost envy a wild animal’s young; at lest they get eaten before their suffering can really begin.)
The seemingly-endless parade of Trumpian circus performers, via CNN.
Exciting stuff, right? “Come for the awesome titles, stay for the brilliant content!”
My point – and I do have one – is this: the summer of 2017 has kicked my pasty white butt by hurling one challenge after another in my path. And so the wind simply isn’t hitting my creative sails these days, especially since they’re not unfolded.
The truth is, I’m tired.
All the way through to my bones.
So here’s a pic of Chelsea, via the Hamilton app my daughter downloaded last week. Sarah LOVES this software and so you can expect to see more of it’s greatness on this site in the future. It’s all about Lin’s creation/empire in our house these days, don’t you know. Not that I mind; I’ve never seen my kid as happy as she was when we attended a Hamilton performance in New York in April.
So enjoy this offering and please accept my apologies.
See you in the lobby, friends… eventually.