There cannot be a crisis next week. My schedule is already full.
Henry A. Kissinger
Well, so much for my determination to write consistently. Lately, after even a week of not writing, I end up with the feeling that I couldn't possibly ever find enough words to catch up with what has gone on during the gap. Not that I have to, I suppose.
In a continuing chiaroscuro theme, I lost my job and got engaged in the same week. So, I've been scrambling to cobble a few random jobs together, figure out how to apply for medical assistance and unemployment, and popping down to the cities to visit my fiance's parents and friends and start planning the wedding, and performing in two concerts in as many weeks. An awful lot of things in my life are going really remarkably well. Just a few "flies in the ointment," right?
