I’ve been meaning to blog. I have had every good intention to blog. And yet.
I have said before that too many things have happened this year that are unprecedented; that I have not experienced before. The pandemic, obviously. The California fires that hid the sun for a day. A person losing the presidential election insisting he has won it, instead.
So.
Blogging seems foolish, or unnecessary, or something else that’s undesirable.
But I’ll do it soon, I promise.