The weather (or lack thereof) is starting to get to me. Everything is just so maddeningly static. Are you familiar with the doldrums, dear reader, in it’s original nautical definition? Of course you are, dear reader…sorry, sometimes I forget to whom I’m talking. Anyway, that is what this feels like…but I feel it physically, and even more psychologically. Just like a sailing ship stuck on windless waters, so am I just sitting here, helpless to move in any direction until conditions in the atmosphere change. It’s like living on the set of “The Fall of the House of Usher.” Or a Beckett play.
Anyway, I’m going to try to power through and get a couple of pages down, uncooperative universe be damned.

N.P.: “Please Mr. Gravedigger” – David Bowie