Periodically, I decide to get my life together. That’s not as down-on-me as it may sound, because I think a lot of us do it this way. We come with a plan, we follow it (or not) and we end up hopefully doing a little better than we were before. And then we gather our strength and try again.

It’s been a few months of severe disruption here, and it shows. My room is a mess, I’ve regained some of the weight I’d lost, and I haven’t even tried to write fiction in…well, a bit. A while. A long while....