I told myself that I would post here each day that I find myself online. I told my readers, too, at the outset.
I sit here today feeling miserable. I have a bad headache (why, then, does he not rest? Because my apartment is not a comfortable place) that I’m certain is a longer-term consequence of my sleep issues of last week.
There is no space in my head right now for wit, for insight, for depth. There is only room for pain, exhaustion, and my continued mourning for the death of quiet in public libraries.
And thus I learn the first rule of the blogger: have a backlog of articles at the ready.
Tonight I sleep. Tomorrow I write properly.