You would think that Monday's posts would be the most impressive since, ostensibly, I've had all weekend to compose a witty, erudite musing about something. You would think that, but it's rarely the case. This weekend was the weekend of upheaval and I'm (as the British would say) at sixes and sevens. (WHAT does that mean, anyway?)
We had a very close neighbor die early Saturday, and while it was expected, it still manages to smack you between the eyes. An hour later we're on the road to New York, where, the following day, we loaded all my Long-suffering Husband's possessions into a pick-up truck to drive them back to Ohio (where they belong) so he can suffer in closer proximity to the cause of his suffering.
So, when I sat down to compose, I was already pretty much spent. Sorry.
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