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, (c) 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 (c) 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.