La Notte, 1961. |
A pretty good visualization of life these days: everything's more challenging than it needs to be and I feel contorted into a pretzel for reasons beyond my control when all I really want to do is sit comfortably and enjoy a drink.
I just need a minute to think, dammit.
Those minutes are few and far between right now, though. So, posting may be lighter around here than it was in October. I do have one or two pieces in the hopper and almost ready to go. Keep your eyes out for those. Otherwise, poke around almost four years' worth of pop cultural and highly personal musings. You're sure to find something you might enjoy. For example, you like Michelle Pfeiffer? I got you covered.
Before I let you go, if you're in the United States and registered to vote, please do so today. It's important. Thank you.
I know exactly how you feel. Enduring a ridiculous workload six days a week is one of the reasons this post skipped my notice last week. I do hope you feel a little less frazzled in the pfuture.
ReplyDeleteThank you, my friend. I wish the same for you.
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