I’m (a) writ­ing a Very Impor­tant Pro­posal (you’ll see it soon), (b) try­ing to clear a path through a whole new pile of estate items that have been sal­vaged and brought to our house, by sell­ing off the old things, © deal­ing with stu­pid realty nego­ti­a­tions involv­ing letter-​​not-​​spirit conflicts-​​of-​​interest among sev­eral mem­bers of that swollen pro­fes­sion¹, (d) some­what sick, and about to be iced in, and (e) con­sid­er­ing chang­ing around the cat­e­gories here and prep­ping for a major link incur­sion (Cf. (a)).

Which (d) should help with (a) and (b), and psy­cho­log­i­cally maybe with © as well.

¹ Deal­ing with our real­tor has opened my eyes. I used to think that the old saw, “Those who can, do; those who can’t, teach,” only extended over that one dichotomy. The pro­fes­sional real estate realtor’s pro­fes­sion™, and allied “ser­vice” indus­tries, has proven to me that this is just a frag­ment of an ever-​​descending chain of being.