I have fallen off the edge of the world, and I can’t get up. I think that’s vaguely mythological.
Here’s what’s happening, people! I want to write a thoughtful post in reaction to Sean Craven’s recent Renaissance Oaf post on Martin Gladwell. I can’t right now because the day job and the writing and the ill father-in-law are devouring my time resource.
All to the good. While I have to scramble to teach a phonetics class I hadn’t planned on, I think I’m really going to enjoy doing it. While the FiL has been roller-coastering, the current prognosis is on a hill. (He didn’t have cancer in his lymph nodes. Did you even know about that? And they’re starting to irradiate that bad boy tumor.) And the writing, well, so far 28 hours in two weeks. I’ve got half an hour in tonight, and I’ll get back to the editing for the Vegas workshop very shortly.
All that said, I will be back. Freakin’ Phew, but I will be back.
Meanwhile, since things are so hectic right now, I have to credit Matt Hughes for making my day. My week. Currently, maybe even my month.
Right. Time to edit the donuts. I edited the donuts.