Or, why I didn’t post anything over the weekend.
One of our cats died, apparently of old age — we never knew how old she actually was, since she came to us fully grown. She turned up one winter in our basement (which, because we live in an old house, is more permeable to the outside world than I’d sometimes like), and by the end of that spring had moved in and claimed the status of #1 House Cat.
Then we went on a road trip down to Brooklyn, which involved something like ten hours in a minivan with nonfunctional air conditioning. Each way.
And I’ve got an editing job I need to finish, and a novel, likewise.
The flow of insightful commentary is a bit sluggish right now, for some reason. I can’t imagine why.