The Soap Jug Under the Sink

Life has been crazy around here—the list of things to do mounting longer than the hours in which to do them, and so some things have just not been getting done. The chaotic whirl has grown faster and faster, and I’ve felt like a tumbleweed, thrown helplessly on the blast, round and round and round, without any choice of direction or independent volition.

And then I got sick. Not the kind of sick where you keep on doing life with a runny nose and a bad attitude, but the kind of sick where ...