A Modicum of Clarity Amidst the Post-Breakfast Fog, Maybe

Wrote in Sunday’s newsletter of my efforts to reconcile with myself that I no longer have to rush through my day – debatable though it was that I ever had to – and am now, with the exodus from the cabin in the woods and its attendant duties behind me, able to partake in earnest efforts to resuscitate my dead career, if it was ever alive to begin with.

(For the purposes of this digital self, I’ll pretend that it was.)

While the addition of an afternoon block of 90 minute book work feels as t...